Lauren’s camera was already rolling when Larry slid into the frame, arms wrapping around her waist from behind.
“Guess who?” he murmured against her ear.
Lauren barely glanced up from her laptop. “Hmmm. Smells like… hockey player. Sweaty. Annoying.”
Larry scoffed, nudging his nose against her cheek. “Rude.”
Lauren smirked, finally turning to face him. “Did you shower at least?”
“Of course,” Larry said, stepping back dramatically. “Wouldn’t want to offend your delicate influencer nose.”
Lauren rolled her eyes but let him stay, even when he stole a sip of her iced coffee. He made a face.
“Why does it taste like sadness?”
“It’s oat milk.”
Larry grimaced. “Gross.”
Lauren just smirked and went back to editing. He had opinions, sure, but he always drank it anyway.
Mornings were their
