~Emery's POV~
"Miss Palmer, good morning, what can I get you for breakfast this morning?"
I blink sleepily at London as I slowly lower myself into one of the barstools. Did I sleep too much? Why was I more tired than I was when I went to sleep? Maybe it was the nightmare I had. I don't even remember anything that happened in it just that I had it. I look around before turning back to London.
"Where is Colin?" I ask.
London pours me a cup of coffee placing it down in front of me. "He went to the gym rather early; he should be back shortly."
"Does he ever sleep in?" I ask with a small curious tilt of my head.
London laughs a little stepping over to the fridge, "if Mr. Corrette is sleeping past six, he has a rather terrible flu or he is with a woman. What can I get you to eat, ma'am?"
"Um... what would you recommend?"
"How about an omelette?"
"Alright, can I help you?"
"I've got it," London says with a wave of her hand.
