Joggers.

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*Alarm ringing*

Cyra groaned angrily, trying to find her alarm clock, she had been so excited about her day off that she forgot to turn off the alarm before going to bed that morning.

Yes morning, because our dear Cyra thought it was a good idea to binge-watch a whole season of ugly Betty and ended up sleeping by 4:30 am, while her alarm was permanently set for 5:30 am.

Cyra managed to turn off the clock as she pulled herself further under the covers to aid her sleeping comfort and of course, it didn't take long for someone deprived of proper sleep to fall back into the cool tempting darkness.

After a few hours of extra rest, Cyra's phone began to ring and since Cyra was so sensitive to noise there was no way of avoiding it, with a lazy groan Cyra searched for her phone with her hand, she was sure she had told Mr Smith about not coming today.

She first looked at the time, it was 7:30 am, an unusual time for Mr Smith to call, and without looking at the caller ID, Cyra answered.

"Mr Smith, I told you it was my day off, what could possibly be more important than me sleeping right now?"

Liam: So I take it that you're not ready yet?

Cyra was confused and sleepy, two things that don't work well together, so she asked the first question in her head.

"Mr Smith? Is that your morning voice? You sound just like Liam, sexy and cool." Cyra was awed over the phone.

The possibility of Liam's face looking horrid was an infinite theory, but for some reason, he liked how Cyra sounded when she woke up, it was... cute?

Liam: Miss Hudson?

"Miss Hudson? Why would you call me that Smith?"

Liam: Check your phone.

Liam said ignoring her. Cyra lazily pulled the phone away from her ear to look at the screen, her eyes grew so wide that any more would have popped them right out of their sockets, and the sleepy state she was dazed in completely went away.

"I am so sorry sir, I slept really late last night and- and I- I'm sorry sir." Cyra apologized. And when Liam said nothing, she continued.

"What can I do for you this morning, Liam?" Cyra asked.

"Do you know where Cobham club is?" Liam asked, Cyra shook her head over the phone as Liam could see her, it was obvious that sleep still pricked at her eyes.

When she didn't hear his voice come through she realized she hadn't given him a proper answer. "No sir."

"Meet me in front of the office before 10 am, don't be late. Oh and put on something sporty and also pick up something formal wear." Liam said, before Cyra could protest or even ask questions, the line went off.

Cyra looked at her phone, and gently kept it by her bedside before throwing a tantrum, she screamed into her pillow, threw her covers off the bed and about five minutes later, she lay there tired from all the involuntary workout.

Cyra looked over at the clock by her bed and almost fell off when she saw the time, at this rate she wasn't even going to have breakfast, at 7:45 am, Cyra threw herself in the bathroom to get ready.

She speeds sent a text message to Smith telling him about her impromptu trip to the office, thankfully a few seconds later he texted her about already being in the area.

Thankfully, Cyra brushed her teeth faster, washed her face and picked out the first set of clothes that screamed sports, which to her, were a set of jogger pants and a sweatshirt.

She picked up a bag and her phone, she half put on a pair of old sneakers and on the other hand, she picked up a random bag. Cyra found herself running like a maniac to get out of the house on time and at exactly 8:10, she did, looking like a hot disaster.

"Did you get run over by a truck in your sleep?" Smith asked as Cyra made her way into the car.

"Good morning to you too smith," Cyra said putting on her shoes properly.

"How's your day off going?" Smith joked earning a stank look from Cyra.

"I'm sorry love, it's just seeing you look like this looks funny, and the message you sent me, 'Ma hose, nohw, emergency!'." Smith burst out laughing again.

"It's not my fault that I have such a needy boss." Cyra protested.

"Alright alright, I'm sure you're going without any breakfast, so I called Penny to whip up something quick for you."

"Oh Smith, you really are the best. Thank you." Cyra said with a smile.

Now that she was a bit settled, she looked over her things to be sure everything was there. She picked up her heels and- Wait, where were the clothes Liam told her she was going to wear after? The bag in front of her was literally empty.

Cyra searched the bag like there was a hidden compartment where she could have mysteriously stashed her clothing and when there wasn't, it was already too late to turn back.

"What's the problem child?" Smith noticed, Cyra explained what had happened and her fears of what Liam might say.

"That's no problem dear, you and Nancy are about the same size, I'm sure she'll have something for you." Smith comforted as they turned the corner of Penny's shop.

"Good morning Penny," Cyra said as soon as she ran in and placed a kiss over her head.

"Good morning sweet child, how are you today?"

"Great Penny, just great," Cyra answered sarcastically as she watched Smith look for Nancy.

It was a Saturday morning, so there were more customers than usual.

"I made some freshly baked scones for you and that handsome boss of yours and I told Nancy to make you two cups of hot chocolate," Penny said walking back to the kitchen.

Cyra follow until she saw Smith and Nancy waving her to come over to the back, Smith said he would help Penny while they took their time getting ready.

"Okay, so Dad gave me a little briefing on the situation, but I need the dets from you," Nancy said as they went to the house upstairs.

"Dets? Where did that come from."

"Quiet, I was trying to sound American." Nancy snapped making Cyra laugh.

So Cyra explained from what happened the previous day, her encounter with her boss after working hours, then the phone call and calling her bosses voice sexy by accident and then her going to a golf club and forgetting her clothes at home.

Nancy was almost rolling on the floor when she heard this, Cyra stood there tapping her feet because she didn't have time and there was no way to rush Nancy.

"Are you done now?"

"Yes, I am and I'm also not letting you leave this house like that," Nancy said walking into her room.

The walls were painted a deep green and white opposite each side, it wasn't small but not so grand either but she did have her own small closet where she kept her clothes, the ones for blending in any way.

"You're going to the Cobham, a very high-class field and you want to go there in the clothes you go to sleep in at night."

"They're called joggers." Cyra defended her clothes.

"Sure. Now put these on." Nancy said shoving some clothes in her hand.

While Cyra was changing, Nancy took it upon herself to bless Cyra with her best cocktail dress because it's Cobham, you can't dress too formally or informally.

Cyra came out wearing a short white tennis skirt, straight then pleats at the end, a powder pink polo T-shirt, a wristband and a white visor cap, she looked like the English version of barbie in tennis clothes.

"Now put these on, I know they'll give you a change of shoes over there but no offence, mine are better," Nancy said setting a pair of Tennis shoes in front of Cyra.

She took Cyra to stand in front of her Full body mirror and what Cyra saw in the mirror almost took her breath away but before she could say anything more, Cyra's alarm went off, meaning it was time to go.

"I've already packed you a dress, shoes and some make-up, make me proud," Nancy said before shoving her out, They met up with Smith and off they were to her office.

"Smith?" Cyra started.

"Yes, love?"

"I'm really sorry to ask you this but, would you mind taking my things back home, you can just leave them with the gatekeeper," Cyra asked.

"Silly girl, you don't need to ask, sure I'll take it home for you," Smith said with a smile.

Not long after, they got to the office and Liam's car was already waiting with the driver outside the car. Smith dropped Cyra off, she took her things almost running when smith remembered.

"Cyra, you forgot your breakfast." Smith jogged to close the gap, Cyra thanked him before getting into Liam's car.