Zane reached out for the person next to him but the side of the bed was cold. He blinked and opened his eyes before rolling out of the bed. He yawned and pulled up the Calendar to check the time. It was 11a.m
Oh! That is so late. Did he sleep in? Zane hurried out to the living room to put on the coffee machine when he saw Phoenix playing games in the living room.
There was a headset on his head and he sat down cross-legged on the couch, his brows narrowed in concentration. He seemed to have noticed Zane and stopped the game. Put down the headset and place both palms together.
"What are you doing?" Zane asked exasperated.
"Mediating," Phoenix said he saw the very picture of a monk in a teenage romance drama.
Zane let out a breath. It was too early for this, he needed his coffee to deal.
