Back in Liam's bedroom, the late morning sunlight streamed softly through the glass wall, painting streaks of gold across the white sheets.
He picked up his phone, leaned back against the bedframe, and typed a short message into the group chat.
"Anyone free for a short trip?"
He hadn't even set the phone down before the replies started flooding in.
Matt: "Free. Where we going?"
Kristopher: "Same. Just say when."
Harper: "Don't tell me you're finally taking us up in the A380?"
Alex: "Don't tease, bro. Please say yes."
Lana: "Wait—what kind of trip?"
Stacy: "I'm packing already."
Kristy: "Already packed."
Elise: "You know we'll all cancel whatever plans we had, right?"
Liam blinked in amusement. He had expected maybe one or two of them to be available, not all of them. He had mostly sent the message out of courtesy, figuring they were busy with work or classes but he hadn't expected them to actually be free.
He smirked and typed again.
