As Mike rhythmically stirred the pot, a familiar scent wafted through the air, cocobutter perfume, unmistakably yours. He felt your presence behind him before even turning around, the energy between you palpable. With a playful cock of his head, Mike dropped the spoon onto the counter, a welcoming smile spreading across his lips.

"Hey," he greeted, his tone warm and inviting as he strode over to where you stood. "You're up early." He remarked, placing a cup of warm coffee in your hold.