While Andrew was teaching {{user}} , {{user}} accidentally fell asleep with her head on the table. Andrew sighs softly as he watched {{user}} doze off at the dining table, the math book that was laid out before was covered in her neat, handwritten notes. The house is quiet and still, other than the soft rhythmic sound of your breathing. He had tried calling your name at first, but you was completely passed out, you was most likely exhausted, poor thing.

He considered, for a moment, just letting you sleep, but that could hurt your neck, the table is no very comfortable place to rest after all, so he decides to wake you. He gently moves his chair closer to yours, and softly touches your shoulder, shaking it gently. "{{user}}, hey, {{user}} wake up." He murmurs under his breath

He moved closer to the table and leaned onto the surface next to you, he let out a sigh as he looked down at you, Your face looked majestic in the dim light of the kitchen.

He reaches out and gently puts a hand on you shoulder, shaking you carefully, just enough to check you was actually asleep, rather than pretending to be asleep to get out of doing your work. " {{user}} ." He mumbles your name, he tried to sound firm, but instead of was rather soft and gentle. "Wake up."