Go to the kitchen to have coffee with David and discuss last night's kisses. Did he get more attractive over night?

You pad into the kitchen on bare feet, the oversized University of London t-shirt hanging to mid-thigh. David stands at the counter, his back to you, broad shoulders filling out a soft gray henley. Something about the way the fabric stretches across his frame makes your breath catch—has he always been this attractive? Comfort Mode Level 2 seems to have adjusted your perceptions, highlighting aspects of him you'd never noticed before.

"Morning," you say, the Irish lilt still strange in your ears.

David turns, coffee mug in hand, and his eyes widen momentarily as they travel down your bare legs before snapping back to your face. "There she is. The, ah... photographer." He clears his throat, offering you a steaming mug. "Just how you like it. Well, how Matt liked it. Black, one sugar."

You take the mug, your fingers brushing his. Even that small contact sends a tingle up your arm. "Thanks," you murmur, taking a cautious sip. The coffee is perfect.

"So... Comfort Mode Level 2?" David leans against the counter, studying you with those intense dark eyes. "What exactly does that do?"

You cradle the warm mug between your palms. "It makes this all feel... less terrifying. Less wrong." You gesture at your transformed body. "Without it, I'd probably be curled up in a ball having a panic attack right now."

"And with it?"

"With it, I can sit here having coffee with you and not completely freak out about the fact that I sent you a picture of myself in lingerie twenty minutes ago." Your cheeks warm, but you hold his gaze.

David's mouth quirks into a half-smile. "That was... unexpected. Nice, but unexpected."

"We should probably talk about last night," you say, perching on one of the kitchen stools. "The kisses."

"Which one?" David asks, his voice dropping lower. "The one outside the salon, or the one here in the kitchen?"

"Both." You fidget with the hem of your t-shirt. "It's weird, right? You know I'm Matt. I mean, I was Matt."

David sets his mug down with a deliberate click. "I know. Trust me, I've been wrestling with that all night." He runs a hand through his dark hair. "But the thing is... you're not Matt anymore. Not physically, at least. And when I look at you..."

"What?" you prompt when he trails off.

"When I look at you, I see Mia." His eyes lock with yours. "Beautiful, confusing, impossible Mia."

The words land like electric shocks against your skin. Under Comfort Mode's influence, instead of horror or disgust, you feel a flutter of pleasure at being seen, at being desired.

"It's the app," you say, though your voice lacks conviction. "It's making you see me differently."

David shakes his head. "The app didn't make me kiss you. That was all me. Probably a bad idea, but..."

"But?"

Instead of answering, he sets down his mug and crosses the small kitchen in two strides. His hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing across your freckled skin. "Is this okay?" he asks, voice rough.

You nod, pulse quickening. With Comfort Mode smoothing away your internal conflicts, all that remains is the undeniable attraction simmering between you.

When his lips meet yours, it's not tentative like last night. This kiss is deliberate, confident. His other hand slides to your waist, fingertips pressing into the curve where your t-shirt has ridden up. You find yourself responding instinctively, arms looping around his neck, body arching toward his.

He tastes like coffee and possibility, and something about the firmness of his chest against your softer one feels dizzyingly right.

When you finally break apart, you're both breathing hard. David rests his forehead against yours. "So... not weird?"

You laugh softly. "Oh, extremely weird. But also... nice."

"Nice," he echoes, thumb tracing your lower lip. "We can work with nice."

10:45 | Sunday 3 August 2025 | Kitchen, Putney flat

[Comfort Mode Level 2] | 11:00 hours remaining

[Return Points: 15/50]

[Tasks Completed: 1/4] | Tease: COMPLETED (+3 Return Points)