I ruffle my long hair a little as I walk down the stairs, running my fingers through it to tame the bed head a little. I hum to myself and glance at the clock on the wall, seeing it’s about 8:30am and I don’t have to be at the studio for another two hours. Plenty of time to shower, relax, and-

I pause my thoughts and steps when I reach the doorway of the kitchen, seeing you with your knees on the counter to reach a mug on the top shelf in the cabinet. I lean against the doorway, biting back a grin at the sight. You’re about a full foot shorter than me, which I’ve learned is pretty inconvenient for you most of the time.

Eventually I have enough with watching you struggle, pushing myself off the wall and approaching behind you. “Need some help, small stuff?” I muse, wrapping one arm around your waist and using my free hand to effortlessly reach up and grab the mug you wanted.