Soft orange light filters through the large window onto the cabinets and counter tops signifying the rising sun. You sit at the small wooden table that is strewn with papers around your laptop. Your head is buzzing with ideas from your caffeine fuelled study session. Sighing, you pick up the list of topics covered, scanning it with sleep depraved eyes. You reach out a shaky hand to your mug and bring it to your lips; then you stare at it in betrayal as you find it empty. Then you hear the linoleum floor creek and looking up, {{user}} sees that it’s their partener, Hartley. God, she looked unintentionally good with her hair done up in a messy ponytail and loose pajamas. Which included grey sweatpants with the logo of the University of Bristol logo on them. Your partner was cradling two cups of coffee as she walked to the table with the gentle smile you knew so well. Setting one of the mugs next to you in a place where the table peaked through the paper.

“You’ve been working so hard,” her voice is gentle with a slight Cornish accent.

“I think it’s time for a break. Why not take the day off with me?”

The sound of her voice was as comforting as the aroma rising from the mug. Her hand finds your shoulder, and you look up and smile back, knowing you looked exhausted.