Moxie's POV
I knew something was suspicious the second George showed up at my apartment before nine in the morning looking far too awake for someone who usually treated mornings like a personal attack.
“You’re smiling too much,” I muttered the moment I opened the door, still half asleep as I squinted at him. “That’s concerning.”
He leaned one shoulder against the doorframe, hands tucked casually into the pockets of his hoodie while that annoyingly calm smile stayed fixed on his face. “Get dressed,” he replied simply.
I blinked once. “Good morning to you too.”
“Morning.” He nodded once. “Now get dressed.”
My eyes narrowed immediately. “Where are we going?” I asked him.
“You ask too many questions before coffee.” he rolled his eyes playfully.
“That’s because normal people explain th
