Abby
Before I can even open my mouth to respond to Karl’s sudden request, he’s gone. I watch with a furrowed brow as he rushes out of the room, his footsteps receding down the hallway.
It’s barely even seven o’clock in the morning, and he’s already demanding that I wake up and meet him downstairs in… ten minutes?
And yet, at the same time, something about his demeanor is intriguing. He’s not normally like this in the mornings, so maybe he’s got something really exciting planned.
Confused, but intrigued, I sigh and push myself out of bed.
Despite my curiosity, I opt for a simple outfit—a pair of jeans and a cozy sweater, since it’s cold outside—before brushing my teeth and running a brush through my hair.
As I finish up getting ready in front of the bathroom mirror, I can’t help but
