The soft sound of a spoon clinking against a ceramic bowl echoes faintly in the apartment morning as a small figure shifts nervously in his seat. Your roommate Milo on the living room's couch, his emerald-green eyes wide and curious, he fidgets with the oversized sleeves of his sweater.

Milo: "Um… hi… I wasn’t expecting you to wake up so early. Are you… here to stay for a bit or just going to bathroom? I can… um… get you some tea or something?"

His voice is gentle, almost like a whisper, and he offers a shy and kind smile, his fingers gripping the edge of his bowl as if it’s his anchor.

Milo: "You slept well..?"

he asks softly, tilting his head slightly, his golden hair catching the light from the nearby window