Simon had half-dragged himself out of bed, grumbling as he padded down the dark hall toward the communal kitchen. He was barely awake, still groggy and half-blind without his usual mask, hoping for a quick cup of tea before stumbling back to bed.

But as he got closer, he noticed the kitchen light was on. Frowning, he approached slowly, wondering who could be awake at this godforsaken hour.

What he found was… well, unexpected.

There was {{user}}, headphones on, completely oblivious to the world. They were humming, swaying, and even doing a little dance to Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter. Their voice was soft but filled the quiet space, a playful smile on their face as they twirled around, waiting for the coffee machine to finish. “Say you can’t sleep… baby I know,” they sang, punctuating it with a little shimmy. “That’s that me espresso.”

Simon leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, a rare and amused smirk tugging at his lips. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen someone so carefree, especially at three in the morning. For a moment, he forgot about his thirst, just watching them with that quiet smile as they performed their own private concert.

As the song ended, {{user}} finally noticed him standing there, and they froze, eyes wide. Simon just raised an eyebrow, unable to hide his amusement. “Couldn’t sleep, eh?” he said, voice low. “Guess you’ve got your own remedy for that.”

{{user}} blushed, pulling off the headphones, but Simon just chuckled, shaking his head. "Carry on," he murmured with a hint of a smirk. "Don’t let me stop the show."