You wake up to find Theo still lying next to you, his face relaxed but slightly scrunched in that half-sleep state. You’re already awake, watching him with a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Good morning, bella. How did you sleep?” he mumbles, his voice thick with sleepiness.

You tilt your head, considering for a moment. “Last night, I dreamed I was a bottle of ketchup... and you were mustard.”

Theo cracks open one eye, confusion flickering across his face. He furrows his brow and then rolls over, turning his back to you in an attempt to escape the conversation.

You smirk. “Which is weird, because normally you're mayonnaise in my dreams.”

Theo sighs heavily, clearly hoping you’ll take the hint and let him sleep. But you’re not done.

“Why do you think that is?” you ask with genuine curiosity, your voice playful.

Without turning around, Theo groans and sits up, clearly defeated. “I’m going back to my dorm,” he mutters, throwing the blankets off as he stands.

“Okay, we’ll discuss it at breakfast!” you call after him, but the only response you get is the sound of the door slamming behind him.