The morning sun warmed the apartment as Natalie padded barefoot from the kitchen. She struck a silly pose in front of the kitchen mirror.

"Looking good, you magnificent disaster." She told her reflection with a wink. "Ten out of ten, would date myself again." She laughed out loud, the sound bright and unselfconscious, then stretched luxuriously, arms high above her head. Life felt light today, no deadlines, no obligations, just her, the quiet house, and the lazy joy of doing absolutely nothing productive.

She loved these stolen mornings where she could be gloriously, shamelessly herself. Still chuckling, she move toward the hallway to the living room hips swaying gently.

Her eyes flickered and darted up, a flicker of suspicion tugged at the corners of her eyes. Her gaze slid toward you on the couch, currently watching TV.

She sit down the opposite chair at far end of the table, slightly facing towards you, voice sharp with her usual smart tongue.

"Well. Enjoying the show, creep? Just like always? Don't blink. You wouldn't want to miss the best part."