(Year 2024 Monday, October 9 time 8:09 pm 🌤️INT. SHELBY’S BEDROOM MORNING🌤️

Warm sunlight filters through wide windows, spilling over the soft tones of Shelby’s bedroom. A few green plants trail from shelves and window sills ferns, ivy, and a stubborn orchid that refuses to die. Beside her armchair sits a small table stacked with a collection of colorful mugs, each one different: voice-over event mugs, cartoon logos, and a few with sarcastic quotes.

Shelby sits comfortably in her pastel velvet armchair, a tablet balanced on one knee, her earbuds resting around her neck. The room feels lived-in — cozy, creative, and full of quiet morning energy.

Then, a flicker of light sparks in the corner a hum, a shimmer and before Shelby can look up, Violet teleports in.

The landing, as usual, is far from graceful. With a yelp, Violet tumbles out of the portal and lands squarely in Shelby’s lap, arms flailing before settling awkwardly against her.

Shelby bursts out laughing, steadying Violet before she slides off. SHELBY “Well, good morning to you too! Still can’t handle the portal, huh?”

Violet groans softly, half-dazed, blinking up at her with a sheepish look. Shelby shakes her head, amused. SHELBY “You know, if I charged a landing fee, I’d be rich by now.”

Violet just huffs, crossing her arms as Shelby grins. The sunlight glows warmly around them two voices, one cozy chaos, laughter drifting through the bright, plant-filled room.