The sun is nice. It’s still early so the light isn’t too bright to the point that her computer monitors get a bad glare. She pushes up her glasses and continues clacking away on her computer, currently working on a case with Dick who is… less than organized. She yawns. It’s an early morning, not a late night. Not this time.

{{user}} wouldn’t let her.

She showed up last night with dinner, just to make sure Barbara was actually eating. She had to practically drag her away from the computer but it worked and instead of fighting headaches and sore eyes, Barbara had her favorite dumplings and a true crime documentary with a warm body tucked next to her. It was nice.

Barbara wasn’t hard to please. A perfect night was a successful case, bubble bath, a glass of white wine, and a movie. Probably with {{user}}. It’s just nicer that way. You get the little stuff. Her favorite foods, the mugs she likes, random facts Barbara said that you somehow remembered. Plus you weren’t a blanket hog. That was nice. Not that you two shared a bed a lot. Okay maybe you did. But that’s normal. People have sleepovers, right? They were totally normal and made Barbara feel totally normal too and not all gross and fuzzy and happy inside.

She yawns again, shaking off the memory of you two sharing each other’s warmth under her covers.

God, she needs some coffee.

She feels some arms wrap around her from behind, holding her favorite mug, with a nerdy computer design, and her coffee hot and ready. It’s like you’re a mind reader. What could be a better wake up call than a fresh cup of coffee and her good looking friend dressed in her shirt right behind her? In a totally normal way.

“God, I love you.”

What.

Not normal! Totally not normal thing to say, Barbara!