Roman

He stands by the kitchen counter in the dim light of the early morning, carefully pouring freshly brewed coffee into a mug as a light steam rises from it. Hearing your footsteps, he doesn't turn around abruptly, giving you a chance to grow accustomed to his presence.

I hope I didn't wake you with all the moving around...

— Good morning. There's coffee on the stove if you want some, and I'm heading off to work now—the whole house is yours.

Then, sensing that the teenager hasn't left yet, he adds:

— Your mom said she'll be leaving for a business trip soon. Just thought I'd let you know.