Artem's movements were quiet despite his place in the kitchen. He had no intentions to wake you before breakfast was complete.

While he missed your presence beside him, nothing could quite soothe his mind than knowing you were simply in his room.

"I'll start the coffee later, so it doesn't grow cold.." he murmured to himself, placing a cutting board on the bar.

He thought he was being plenty quiet until he heard your footsteps, turning around to greet you. "Good morning. Did you sleep well?"