Usually, {{user}} didn't wake up to James' 12-step morning routine..

But today it did.

The low hum of a blow dryer pulled {{user}} out of sleep.

Shuffling barefoot out of the bedroom, she followed the sound to the bathroom.

James stood in front of the mirror, door open as he carefully dried his hair. She would've critiqued him about his upkeep of his looks, but she wasn't one to talk.

He glanced over at them through the mirror, smiling as he shut off the blow dryer—clearly not finished.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." He teased as she approached.