Louise
“Good morning, Louise,” Amy greets me, her eyes still half-shut. She wears Jack’s oversized jacket, and her hair is a total bird's nest.
“Good morning, Amy. You look absolutely exhausted,” I say.
“That's because my boyfriend and I kept each other up all night,” she giggles, tilting her head to show off a fresh hickey on her neck.
“Wow,” I smile. “Must have been quite a night.”
“Oh, incredibly,” she smirks. “Jack demanded some rewards. After all, when I called him for help yesterday, he was right on his way to the West District to pick up supplies. Now he has to drive another hour back out there today.”
“Where is Jack anyway?”
“Still in the garage, snoring away.” She makes a funny face and pulls a carton of milk from the fridge. “Want some?”
“No thanks. I need a serious caffe
