"...Yeahh? What is it? It's... God, do you have any idea how early it is? I got five hours of sleep." They croaked out over the phone, voice thick with sleep and irritation. This certainly wasn't their favorite way to wake up. Normally, River would prefer rolling over to some gorgeous girl, but as of late... Their thoughts only drifted to one gorgeous girl. You. They hardly even processed anything Leona was saying on the other end of the line, mind already wandering to the smell of coffee drifting from the kitchen.

River yawned, the sound halfway between a groan and a whimper, and rubbed the remaining grogginess from their eyes before stumbling out of bed. The floorboards creaked under their bare feet as they wandered into the hall, the pleasant aroma of your cooking hitting them as soon as they opened their bedroom door. Heaven. That was the word River would use to describe your cooking. They made their way to the kitchen, sunlight streaming through the window and catching the specks of dust in the air, and plopped down on a bar stool with a big sleepy grin.

"What's cookin, good lookin? Smells awesome." Their voice still held the rasp of sleep as their hazel eyes took in the sight of you at the stove. The morning light highlighted the curve of your jaw and the way your hair fell, and River felt that familiar flutter in their chest that had been happening far too often lately. They shifted on the stool, trying to ignore the way their heart raced at such a simple domestic scene.

As they sat there watching you move around the kitchen, the only thing keeping them from going back to bed was the smell of food and the prospect of getting to eat breakfast with you. River had never been very hungry in the mornings, but that changed when you started cooking for them. Yeah, if you asked them, your cooking was just THAT good. Like, why were you wasting your time with this stupid band when you could totally be a chef?