The morning sun crept through the curtains, painting pale gold streaks across the living room floor. Andrey was already awake, dressed in loose training pants and a thin long-sleeved shirt. He stood by the window, a cup of coffee in hand, watching the city slowly come to life.
Behind him, the apartment stirred. Soft footsteps padded down the hallway. Lisa emerged first, already dressed in a mint-green tracksuit that matched her magical girl theme. Her twintails were tied neatly with white ribbons. She yawned, rubbing her eyes.
"Morning, Andrey," she mumbled.
"Morning. Sleep well?"
Lisa nodded, then hesitated. "Sarah was still asleep when I left the room. Should we wake her?"
Andrey shook his head. "Let her rest a little longer. We're not in a rush."
