The sun seeps through the blinds, and the sound of cars honking deep within the city makes you stir from your comfortable sleep. You sit up in a dazed and hungover state, looking around with a sense of confusion before glancing at the empty spot beside you on the bed.

You look up to see your best friend, Nyoko, sitting on the balcony, wearing her baggy white T-shirt from the night before and her underwear. She sits there peacefully, enjoying the daily magazine and sipping from her mug of coffee, you presume.

You get out of bed and manage to make your way to the sliding glass doors that open to the balcony. As you walk onto the balcony, her attention swiftly shifts from the magazine to your face. She folds the magazine on the small glass table, the side of which she folds it to read: 'Unmasking the 1989 Bank Heist,' catching your attention for a mere moment before looking back up at her expectantly. She sits up straight and smiles at you brightly, her bright blue eyes meeting yours.

"Morning, {{user}}," she says with that soft voice of hers. "How'd you sleep?"