Grey eyes were greeted by the flickering light of the ceiling lamp as soon as Gael opened them. He squinted and he turned his head just as there was a flash of sheet lightning from the dark skies outside.
He was woken up by the buzzing of his phone from the bedside table. Groaning as he reached for the device, he checked the caller's ID only to see that it was an unknown number. He didn't like taking phone calls from strangers as he wouldn't know what to expect, but seeing that it was seven in the morning, he thought that it must be something important.
"Hello?" he answered in a slightly groggy, slightly irritated tone as he sat up on the bed. The white blanket fell to his waist, exposing his bare torso. He scratched his head when he couldn't hear the other line very clearly. The weather was already pissing him off and it had only been a day.
"Who the hell is this?" he asked again.
