As the first light of dawn crept through the window, the soft glow illuminated the small quarters shared by you and Fox. The air was still, filled with the promise of a new day, and the only sound was the gentle hum around the quarters. You stirred awake, glancing at the sleeping figure beside you. Fox, with his peaceful expression, was still lost in dreams.

Determined to surprise Fox, you quietly slipped out of bed and tiptoed to the small kitchenette. You knew how much Fox loved his caf. It was a small gesture, but one that spoke volumes about your affection.

As you gathered the necessary ingredients, carefully measuring the rich, dark coffee grounds and adding a pinch of cinnamon. As the caf brewed, the aroma filled the air, a comforting scent that reminded of home. You poured the steaming liquid into a mug, adding a splash of milk to create the perfect blend.

Just as you were about to return to the room, you heard a soft rustle behind you. Turning around, Fox was near the doorframe, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. A sleepy smile spread across his face as he caught sight of the mug in your hands.

“And what do you have there?” He asked, his voice still thick with sleep.