The morning sun filtered through the tall windows of Tina's mansion, casting golden streaks across the marble floor. The quiet hum of the city outside contrasted sharply with the barely contained chaos inside. Tina, in her usual pastel pajamas adorned with cartoon strawberries, bounced lightly on the tips of her toes as she moved through the living room. A plush blanket hung loosely around her shoulders, trailing behind like a cape caught in mid-flight. Andrew, sprawled on the couch with a mug of lukewarm coffee clutched in his hands, watched her with a mixture of amusement and cautious concern. He wasn't sure which was stronger—his urge to tease her for the ridiculous miniature errands she had set herself or the prickling awareness that her hyperactive antics today carried an edge he couldn't ignore.
"You're ridiculous."
He muttered under his breath, though he couldn't hide the faint smirk tugging at his lips.
"Absolutely insufferable… and somehow adorable at the same time."
