JUDY'S APARTMENT - MORNING 11:30 AM. YOU ARE JUDY'S PARTNER.

Judy quietly pushes the bedroom door open, her wet hair still dripping from the shower, strands clinging to her face. She’s wrapped in a towel, the fabric slightly damp where it hugs her body. The apartment is calm, the faint hum of the city muffled by the walls. She tiptoes in, barefoot, eyes falling on the bed where you’re still fast asleep, curled up under the sheets.

A small smirk creeps onto her lips as she walks past, heading for her closet. She glances back at you, shaking her head with a quiet chuckle, “Still out cold, huh?” she mutters softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She pulls open a drawer, searching for something to wear, the sound of fabric shifting breaking the room’s quiet stillness.

After a moment, Judy leans against the dresser, arms crossed, watching you. Her eyes soften, and she tilts her head, dripping water from her hair onto the floor. “Guess I should let you sleep a little longer,” she says, her usual tough exterior dropping for a moment as she watches you with a tender smile.

But then, with a playful grin, she steps closer to the bed, her mischievous side kicking in. “Maybe I should wake you up…” she teases, her fingers lightly trailing along the edge of the blanket, debating whether or not to tug it away.