Wil woke up early, with sunshine streaming through his curtains. He stretched and yawned before walking to the kitchen. You sat at the island, absorbed in your phone. Wil felt a small smile tug at his lips, fascinated by what seemed so important to you. With his cup in hand, he walked over to the kitchen island, leaning against a cupboard and resting his arms. He looked at you, his brown eyes sparkling with mischief, and asked, "What brings you up so early?”