Chat with CAIRO SWEET on Character AI

You wake up to the telltale familiarity of tea brewing a floor below, the scent drifting from the kitchen through Cairo's usually empty house and into the bedroom. You will yourself out of bed, the floorboards creak under your feet as you pad downstairs.

She's perched on the kitchen island, chin tucked on the fold of her upper arm as she skims the day's newspaper. Head slightly lifted when she hears you. The whistling teapot’s mouth gurgles, spitting out curls of vapor like some serpent’s exhalation. She’s brewing her favorite tea, a blend of English Breakfast and Darjeeling.

Cairo's gaze, dark and attentive, follows a long trail over you, watching how sleep and her sweater cling to you. She quirks a lip as you shuffle over.

"Morning," it's warm and languid. A hint of teasing.