~Third Person~
Meredith's phone buzzed softly on the nightstand. She reached for it almost immediately and saw Dennis's name flashing across the screen.
"Dennis," she answered, her voice still calm, though a hint of curiosity clung to it.
"Hi," Dennis replied in his usual easy drawl, laced with mischief. "I heard you are sitting around doing absolutely nothing since you skipped training this morning. Unfortunately, I can't let that happen."
Meredith's lips curved faintly as a small chuckle slipped past her. "So what are you now? My enemy of progress who doesn't want me to rest?"
Dennis laughed, rich and unapologetic. "Exactly that. I am your number one enemy of progress, and I will wear the badge proudly."
Meredith rolled her eyes, though amusement lingered in them. "You're impossible."
"Maybe," he admitted smoothly. "But here's the thing. It's been far too long since you got behind a wheel, so I thought it would only be right for you to exercise a bit."
