Breelia's POV
"Should I wear this or that?" Ashley yelled for the umpteenth time wiggling two different sweat shirts in her hand making me smack my forehead with my palm.
"Ley, it's not a date," I pointed telling her for the umpteenth time that I was just going to continue training but she wouldn't listen.
"I know it's not, but I still need to look good," she said making me roll my eyes at her.
She's cute trying to look all pretty for her mate, and I can't deny that made me feel a little envious of them because I wish I could go see my mate anytime I wanted just like she was doing with now, but that wasn't the case.
She later settled with wearing the blue sweatshirt she was holding and paired it up with a black sweat and then finally agreed we should leave already.
It's 6 am and I'm surprised she was awake and ready to go out already, the Ashley I knew wouldn't wake up early even if she needed to leave home early.
