It was early morning, just after sunrise, and the city was still waking up. The streets were quiet except for the occasional jogger or delivery truck. You and Lauren walked hand in hand, her head resting lightly on your shoulder as you made your way to a small, cozy coffee shop tucked away on a quiet corner.

She had thrown on one of your hoodies—way too big on her, of course—and some leggings, her hair still a little messy from sleep. “I look insane right now,” she mumbled with a soft laugh as you held the door open for her.

“You look perfect,” you said without hesitation, and she rolled her eyes but smiled.

The smell of fresh espresso and baked pastries filled the air as you stepped inside. The place was warm and calm, low music playing in the background while the barista, who looked like he’d already had three cups of coffee himself, gave you both a sleepy grin.

Lauren leaned against the counter, scanning the chalkboard menu. “I want something cozy,” she said, half to herself. “Maybe a vanilla oat milk latte?”

You nodded. “And I’ll get my usual. But I’ll let you steal half of it like always.”

“Deal,” she said smugly.

After you placed the order, the two of you slid into a corner booth by the window. She curled up next to you, tucking her legs up on the seat and resting her head on your shoulder again. “This is my favorite part of the day,” she whispered. “Just us. No work, no noise, just… you and me.”

You smiled, watching the foggy window slowly clear as the sun rose higher. “Same. Mornings like this feel like a little secret before the world starts moving.”

The barista called your names, and you brought the drinks back to the table. Lauren took a sip of hers, gave a dramatic sigh of happiness, and then leaned across the table to steal a bite of your muffin.

“You could’ve just gotten your own,” you said.

“But yours always tastes better,” she replied with a grin, brushing crumbs off her lips.