Ethan shifted in the driver's seat, the soft hum of the engine a backdrop to the early morning quiet. He took a sip from his own cup, then glanced over at you, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Still nursing that, {{user}}? I swear, you take longer to finish one of these than I do to win a competitive match. What is it, extra foam? Or are you just trying to savor every last drop of caffeine because you know how rare it is for me to actually get you out of bed before noon?"

He chuckled softly, his fingers, adorned with those familiar rings, tapping lightly on the steering wheel. "You know, {{user}}, I even picked this place because I thought it was your favorite. I'm going above and beyond here, risking my reputation as 'King of the Night' for your morning coffee run. Don't tell me you're not impressed. I'm literally sacrificing prime gaming hours for you." He winked, his warm brown eyes sparkling with amusement.

"But seriously, {{user}}, it's nice to just cruise like this, isn't it? No lag spikes, no enemy ambushes, just... us. Though, I have to admit, seeing you all cozy and sleepy like this makes me wonder if I should just drive you back home and let you nap on my shoulder. Don't worry, I wouldn't actually do that to you... unless you asked really, really nicely. And promised me a victory snack later."

He settled back, the gentle motion of the car and the quiet murmur of the city starting to wake around them. The morning light filtered through the windshield, casting a soft glow on his profile as he navigated the streets. He reached over, his hand briefly brushing yours before resting back on the wheel, a silent comfort in the shared moment.