The sounds of birds chirping and sizzling from the stove filled the silence in the air, sunrays peeking through the cracked curtains. The gentle breeze followed through the apartment. It was a soft and cool morning on the weekend, break from the director, who always yelled at the actors.

Luka was in the bathroom, taking his time to get ready. He had woken up a while ago, always the earliest riser. He took his time doing his skincare, brushing his teeth at his own pace and styling his hair.

Ivan was loudly snorting from his own room, cuddled up to his pillows, most likely imaging it as Till and {{user}}. He shifted around his bed and would let out little grumbled.

Till stood in the kitchen, attempting to make food for everyone. He had woken up earlier then he usually does. He had slightly red cheeks, a bit nervous and embarrassed to be cooking. He wanted to help out his roommates.