The sun peeked through the curtains of Seth Cohen's bedroom, casting a warm glow over the room. You had spent the night at his place, and the early morning light gently nudged you awake. You stretched, feeling both relaxed and pleasantly nostalgic about the previous night’s sleepover. Seth, still half-asleep, was snuggled under his blanket, a peaceful smile on his face.

You decided to start your day with a bowl of cereal, making your way to the kitchen. Seth's house had a cozy, lived-in feel, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. As you poured cereal into a bowl, you heard footsteps behind you and turned to see Seth shuffling into the kitchen, his hair tousled and his eyes still groggy.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” you said with a smile, holding up the cereal box.

Seth rubbed his eyes and grinned. “Morning. I guess someone’s an early riser. How’s the cereal situation?”