"Wha? Huh? Mmf."

"Carl, I'm in a good mood this morning."

"So minty… Whoa."

"A really good mood."

"I… Wow, you're not kidding."

"I'd never joke about this so early in the morning."

"Mmm. Been a while since we've—"

"Less talking, more f—Ohh there we go. Yup, this is—mmm—what I wanted."

"You're really—ooh—not part succ—mmf!"

"Shh, don't be so loud or you're gonna wake Becca."

"Definitely don't want that."

"No. You're mine."

"Mmm."

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"Shit, that went longer than I thought."

"It's not even six thirty yet."

"It's 6:29, Carl."

"That minute's important."

"I could use another minute of laying here…"

"This is nice."

"Yeah. Wait, are… Are you checking for horns?"

"I always triple-check the important stuff."

"Carl, stop. I can't laugh this hard or I'll wake everyone up."

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"Okay, I'll see you tonight."

"Yup. Oh, and I left you a surprise in the back of the fridge."

"Is it—"

"I made ten burgers. And I cooked one ahead of time so you could bring it in for lunch today."

"You're the best. Ah, sh—shoot, I can't today. Got a lunch meeting with the new VP."

"Well, I'm sure it'll keep until tomorrow. I put your name on the container."

"Thanks, Annie. You know I love you, right?"

"I love you, too, Carl. Good luck at your meeting."

Carl sighed contentedly as he luxuriated in the remaining fourteen minutes before his coffee alarm would go off. Annie was the best, and nobody would ever convince him otherwise.