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Riley cracked her eyes open and sat up, running her hands ferociously through her short-cropped, dark hair. She groped out for her glasses on the bedside table and rolled off her bed, squinting through her broken blinds into the too-bright, white light of the winter morning outside.

Markus was likely still snoozing in the room next to hers, and Riley let him do so for a while longer as she slipped into her clothes for the next day. Black slacks and business socks on, she groped around and eventually located a red sleeveless turtleneck, forgetting to take her glasses off as she yanked it messily on over her head. Once she emerged from the article of clothing she took her glasses off, rubbed the bridge of her nose, then cleaned them on her shirt as she exited her room.

Their enormous, airy loft greeted her, and she smiled at the sight of it. It had cost a pretty penny to rent this, especially in the heart of the city, but it was worth it. Plus, after their last few missions they weren't exactly hard-up for cash. Riley wandered over to the kitchen, which was out in the open rather than a separate room, and started to cook up breakfast.

((To those who feel like joining: the loft is open to anyone who wants to live in it. It might be easier if our characters are room mates so they can discuss missions quickly.))