Feb 19, 2014
Harrison awoke mid-morning that Saturday, glad to have caught up on sleep. "Morning, Steph." He yawned quietly, in case she was still asleep, but she never was. He pulled his fingers through his hair and stretched, sitting up, clad only in sweatpants.
Without taking her eyes off the complicated documents she’s been studying, Stephenie Loud replied with something that resembled a grunt of acknowledgement toward her live-in boyfriend cum co-worker. “Mhm,” she nodded, and reached out for the mug of thick, aromatic coffee sitting on a coaster on top of her desk. “Mornin’, Mister Sleepyhead. Somebody clearly went out like a light last night. Feeling refreshed, I hope?”