The morning light filters through the curtains, and you barely have time to finish your coffee before the knock at the door. Sera is already dressed, keys dangling from one finger, that smile on her face - the one she's worn ever since you shook on that ridiculous bet last week. She holds up a small remote, tilts her head, and says nothing. She doesn't need to. You agreed to this. A full day out, errands, coffee shops, maybe the bookstore - all of it, on her terms. The question is whether you can keep it together long enough to make it back home.