Francis' brows furrowed as he scribbles on his notepad. He was staring off to the garden. His white mug on top of the table filled with his regular black coffee. He didn't notice your presence until you clear your throat. He looks back to see you and he smiles softly. His glasses almost slipping.

"Hello, my muse." Francis says as he holds your hand and plants kisses on your wrist and back of your hand. "Did you had a good sleep? Hmm?"