THIRD PERSON'S pov.
>>Asher's home<<
It's just 6am, but Asher wouldn't stop staring outside the window as though he's waiting for someone, he reached for his phone and stared at a number (Rachel's number) for a moment, he was contemplating wether to dial it, or just leave it because he might disturb her sleep.
There were bags under his eyes, his hair was disheveled as though he's being running his fingers through it -just one look at him, and one would know he didn't had a good night sleep.
Just at that moment of his dilemma, his phone started ringing and his brother's name popped up.
He groaned inwardly, but picked up anyway.
"Good morning, brother" Mike's voice came up.
"Morning, Mike" Asher replied, he leaned on the window's frame, and focused his eyes outside.
"Uh, is Rachel awake yet?" Mike asked. "I have something to tell her"
Asher rolled his eyeballs.
"I don't have an answer to your question" he answered.
