Althea opens her eyes to see the sun streaming in through the window shades. She winced, thinking it was too vibrant because she had just awoken. Her gaze wanders to the cluttered apartment, where she notices Allan sleeping in an awkward position on the mattress. As a thin duvet only enclosed half of him, one of his legs and arms was hanging off.

Allan notices her standing there looking at him when he opens his eyes. Althea looks away quickly, ashamed. "I know I look cool; so keep staring," he smugly says. He chuckles and gets up as she scoffs and rolls her eyes. "I would like to speak to...