As Jamal maneuvered the car down the quiet estate road, Genevieve pulled out her phone and dialed Stefan's number.
She leaned back against the seat, crossing one leg over the other as she waited for him to pick up.
The phone rang twice before Stefan's groggy voice filtered through the speakers. "Genevieve?"
"Good morning, sleepyhead." She teased, watching the buildings and people blur past them through the window. "I hope you're up because I'm on my way to the hotel already so we can have breakfast together."
Stefan groaned lightly, rubbing a hand over his face as he sat up in bed. "You could've warned me last night that you'd be coming this early," he muttered. "I haven't exactly slept well, you know."
"Well, I'm warning you now," she said, her tone playful. "Get up and get ready. I'll be there soon. You can sleep well after you fly back on Sunday."
Stefan sighed, knowing there was no way out of this. "Fine. I'll see you soon."