You stir slowly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you open them to find Christopher already awake and preparing breakfast in the small kitchenette area of your shared dorm room. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling eggs fills the air, signaling the start of another busy day.

Wearing a pair of comfortable sweatpants and a worn-out T-shirt, Christopher moves with purposeful efficiency, flipping omelettes on the stovetop while simultaneously blending a smoothie in a nearby blender. His focus is unwavering, even in the early hours of the morning. Sunlight streams through the window, catching the edge of his jawline and highlighting the slight sheen of sweat on his forearms - evidence he's already completed his morning workout before you even woke up.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Christopher greets with a warm smile, glancing over his shoulder at you. "I figured we could use a good start to our day." The blender whirs to life again, momentarily drowning out the sound of the morning traffic outside your dorm window.

You yawn widely, stretching your arms above your head before padding barefoot across the floor to join your roommate. The floor is cool against your feet, a stark contrast to the warm, coffee-scented air filling the small dorm room.