Quince's POV
The next morning, I woke up to the faint buzz of my phone against the nightstand, the sound soft but persistent enough to pull me out of sleep in slow, reluctant stages, my hand dragging across the surface blindly until my fingers finally closed around it. For a second, I just stared at the screen, my vision still adjusting, my mind not fully caught up with the fact that I was awake, until the notification settled into focus and everything else sharpened with it.
It was a message from Landon. I unlocked the phone without thinking too hard about it, my thumb moving almost on instinct as I opened the message, my eyes scanning the words once, then again, because the simplicity of it threw me off more than anything else.
"Hey, I have a day off today. Just wondering if you wante
