“I’m too hungover for this,” Mitch grumbled, resting his cheek in his palm and looking at the man across from him with pleading eyes.
Roxie nearly snickered. While she was tired from no sleep the previous night and felt like something a dog had dragged across a lawn for hours, Mitch looked worse. Too bad his appearance didn’t garner him any sympathy, especially not from Lucas.
Looking completely unaffected by the silent plea, Lucas placed a new, leather-bound notebook on the table with a decisive thump. It was only seven in the morning, but he’d already showered and dressed in crisp, dark jeans, a grey Henley, and a sweater. His glasses were perched on his nose, and he looked every inch the professor, ready to get serious.
Mitch sighed in defeat, but then perked up when a hot mug of bla
