Claire's P.O.V.
Walking out of my cabin, I walked into Ryan's office. He was sitting behind his desk, leisurely propping his legs on the table, rotating a pen between his fingers and reading a file.
The sun brightened the whole room but was doing nothing to keep it warm. Even the sun couldn't fight off this cold weather. Ryan seemed to be engrossed in his file so I tapped the glass table.
"Ready to go Hernandez?" I asked.
"Was waiting for you to finish off your sketches." He replied and looked at me. "Took you ages to show up." He said, scrunching his nose in annoyance. I shrugged my shoulders as he got up.
We walked out of the office and got to the car. Suddenly the weather became chilly and the specks the sun was throwing at us before, faded behind the clouds.