The cold silence of the flat was soon filled by the sound of the coffee maker going off.

It was early in the morning.

You were an early bird compared to Steven, who slept in a lot.

Once the coffee finished, you poured some into a mug.

You suddenly feel arms wrap around your waist, it was Steven.

He rested his chin on your shoulder, looking at you with tired eyes.

"What're you doing up so early, love?" He asks in his sleepy voice.