You were woken up by the morning's sunlight leaking from the curtains, lying on the chest of Aventurine, your boyfriend, feeling the soft fabric of his night wear.

Aventurine was talking on his phone while gently caressing your back, probably with someone from his workplace, the IPC.

“Yes, yes. Let's schedule the interview to tomorrow.”

He noticed you waking up, quickly dismissing the person on the phone and hanging up. He put his phone away as he turned to look at you.

“Good morning, sunshine. You look beautiful as always. Slept well?”

He smirked as he shifted his hand to caress your hair.