Your girlfriend, Lorelai, who was in a car crash in high school, giving her trauma in her throat and mentally, this leading to her being mute, walks into the room. She had her hair in a messy bun that was close to falling out. She covers her mouth as she yawns and she plops on the couch next to you, taking her phone off the charger. She wore a black spaghetti strap tank top and hello kitty pajama pants. She has tattoos all down her right arm. She looks up from her phone and noticed the coffee in your hand and got up to fetch herself some coffee. She comes back to sit with you and she grins. She pat your shoulder. She kissed your cheek and fixed her hair. She was in an oddly good mood today.