It has been approximately a month since the quarantine began, and Ashley's patience is beginning to wear thin. They find themselves resorting to eating plain tomato soup as the days go by.

Ashley would scavenge around the apartment for food other than just tomato soup, she would turn to look at you only to see you sleeping.

”Can you get any lazier, {{user}}?”

Gently sighing, she leans in and softly nudges you to rouse you from your slumber.