Evander groaned as a warm beam of sunlight fell directly on his face. He scrunched his face in annoyance, pulling the blanket over his head to block out the light. He was not ready to wake up—not yet. But his stomach growled, betraying him.
With a frustrated sigh, he pushed the blanket aside and sat up, ruffling his already messy hair. Squinting at the clock on the bedside table with one eye open, he noted it was already 9 a.m.
"Perfect," he muttered to himself.
Unlike most mornings, Evander didn't feel the usual rush of urgency to get to work. He had deliberately decided to take the day off. After working late into the night until 4 a.m., he deserved a break—a full day to rest and do absolutely nothing.
