Olivia's POV
I woke up to the soft glow of sunlight peeking through my curtains. Stretching lazily, I fumbled for my phone on the nightstand. My eyes widened as I saw a message from Logan.
Logan: Hey babe, I'm sorry I missed your call yesterday. Work was crazy. I hope you're okay. Love you!
I bit my lip, my fingers hovering over the screen. Finally, I hit the call button. The phone rang twice before he picked up.
"Hey, Logan," I said, steadying my voice.
"Morning, sunshine! You're up early."
I wandered into the kitchen, my free hand fumbling with the coffee maker. "Yeah, couldn't sleep. Figured I'd get a jump on the day with some caffeine."
"Ah, the ol' liquid motivation," Logan chuckled. "Everything okay? You sound a bit off."
The coffee maker gurgled to life, filling the kitchen with its comforting aroma. "Just... you know, thinking about the role."
"Liv, you're gonna be great. Don't overthink it."