*Sawyer*
The morning sun peeks through the curtains, gently nudging me awake. I stretch lazily, savoring the quiet before the day begins. Suddenly, a soft knock at my cabin door pulls me from my reverie. Curious, I slip out of bed and make my way to the door.
As I open it, a crew member hands me a letter with a polite nod. The envelope is simple, yet elegant, with my name scrawled across it in Theo's neat handwriting. I unfold the note, my curiosity piqued.
‘Dearest Sawyer,’ it begins, ‘I hope you slept well. If you're up for it, I’d love for you to join me for breakfast on my balcony. Relaxed attire is encouraged… the cozier, the better. See you soon, I hope. Yours, Theo.’
A smile tugs at my lips as I read the note. The idea of a relaxed breakfast sounds appealing, and the thought of
