Phoebe's POV
Alistair went quiet the moment he caught the sound of approaching footsteps, his gaze shifting toward the courtyard.
I walked toward them in my tracksuit, and Harold spun around to glance at his watch. A few minutes had passed. He faced me with a smile. "Hungry, I see."
Just a few minutes to get dressed and freshen up.
Pretty damn impressive for any girl, honestly.
I grinned back. "Starving."
I usually skip makeup, but I never skip skincare. Today though, I'd rushed out with nothing but water on my freshly washed face. I planned to crawl back into bed after eating anyway.
Harold and I headed inside for breakfast while Alistair remained outside, running through his martial arts routine and reviewing whatever tasks Harold had dumped on him.
I finished the last bite of scrambled eggs as Harold passed me a napkin. "Your day off. Any plans?"
I accepted the napkin and locked eyes with him. "Sleep all day, unless you've got something that needs my attention."
