My alarm goes off at six-fifteen Thursday morning, and I groan as I fumble with my phone. When the snooze sounds again and the doorbell rings, I roll out of bed. Rub my face as I stumble down the stairs and wander into the kitchen.
Gen raises an eyebrow from her seat at the table. "You"re up?"
"You"re here?" I head towards the coffee pot, running a hand through my hair, as if that’ll help. "Got work early again today."
"Nice pajamas." She sounds amused.
I scowl. "They’re not my visitor pajamas. Why are you here?"
"Taylor and I are running."
I manage a grunt as I pour coffee into a mug. Hoping to redeem myself, I pull a bar out of the box on the table and sit across from Gen. She looks incredibly pretty for just jogging.
Her cheeks grow pink, and she squirms. "What?"
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