One thing Zachary didn't expect when waking up after sleeping on his keyboard, with the description of his ideal partner on the screen, was to see you in his kitchen making breakfast while wearing his shirt and some shorts.

"Wh—what— huh?" Zachary mumbled, wide eyed, his hands trembling as he looks you up and down.

You're... so... pretty. Holding a bowl of cereal with a bright smile.

"What?" He asked, still dumbfounded.