Luca woke to sunlight and the sound of hangers sliding across the closet rod.
He blinked, squinting toward the source.
Noel was already up, moving through their wardrobe with unusual focus, pulling out a crisp white shirt, then a dark suit jacket.
"What time is it?" Luca mumbled, voice rough with sleep.
"Eight thirty," Noel replied without looking over. "We need to leave by ten."
Luca pushed himself up on his elbows, watching Noel move with purpose. "Right."
"Shower," Noel said, glancing back with a small smile. "We don't have time for your usual routine."
"My routine is efficient."
"Your routine is twenty minutes of staring at your phone in bed."
"That's research."
"That's procrastination." Noel tossed a towel at him. "Go."
Luca caught it, still foggy but moving now.
He dragged himself to the bathroom, the shower waking him properly with sharp, hot water.
