Sinclair
I WOKE UP AROUND NINE o’clock and noticed that the water was now working fine in the shower.
“Of course,” I grumbled out loud.
I took a quick one and then slipped on a pair of white shorts and a bright coral tank-top. As I was putting my hair up into a ponytail, there was a knock on my door.
“Hey, girlfriend,” smiled Jesse under his favorite Maui Jim sunglasses.
“Hey, sunshine,” I said, staring at his hot pink polo shirt and white chinos.
“Hungry?” asked Jesse, pushing the glasses above his head.
“A little.”
“Let’s go downstairs. Gretchen usually has breakfast put away by now, but I bet we can scrape something up in the kitchen.”
I yawned. “What about coffee?”
“Well, that’s available all day long, silly girl.”
I slipped on a pair of strapless white sandals and followed
