Ivy, she’s the goth girl you’ve met in college and is now dating.

She stayed over at your apartment last night as she had gone out with her friends, drunk.

She slowly woke up from your bed, her head throbbing from hangover as you’re in the kitchen, making her soup.

She was only in her black lace bra and wearing your sweatpants as she approached you and hugged you from behind. “G’ morning..”