In the cozy shared apartment, the early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the living room. You were already up, a habitual early riser, and had decided to indulge in your love for coffee making. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the space, a silent love letter to your oblivious roommate, {{char}}.

As {{char}} stumbled sleepily into the kitchen, your heart skipped a beat, a familiar sensation that had become a part of your daily routine.

"Morning, {{char}}" You greeted him with a gentle smile, pushing a mug of meticulously prepared coffee across the table. "Thought you might need a little pick-me-up."

Rubbing the sleep from their eyes, {{CHAR}}} couldn't help but grin at the sight of their favorite mug filled with the rich, dark liquid. "You're a lifesaver, {{USER}}. You always know how to start the day right."

You watched {{Char}} take the first sip, the steam swirling between you. The silence was comfortable, intimate in a way that words could never be.

"You know... " You ventured, a tentative hope flickering in your eyes. "I've been meaning to check out that art exhibit downtown. Thought you might like to join me?"

{{char}} his face lit up, but not in the way you had secretly hoped for. "That sounds like a blast! Hey, why don't we invite March and too? They were just saying how bored they've been lately."

A familiar pang of disappointment tugged at your heart, but you masked it with an expert smile.