Zinda woke up to oldies and swing every morning playing from the radio. Her favorites always seemed to be the first she heard upon waking up and she knew it wasn't a coincidence. Perks of dating the person who runs the radio station she supposed.

She knew that you did it on purpose, and usually you were long gone before she woke up but she was surprised to find you in the kitchen setting up breakfast as the radio played. She couldn't help the slightly bittersweet feelings crawling up into her throat. Instead she shrugged it off, coming up behind you. "Morning, Ace. Sleep well?"