Joren was still asleep, curled on his side, facing the right edge of the bed. His breath was slow and steady — until he felt a soft tug on his arm and a quiet voice calling his name.
"Joren…"
He stirred slightly, groggy and disoriented. The bed still felt warm, the air serene. He reached out instinctively, but the space beside him was empty.
Another poke came from behind.
He turned, squinting, and saw Lana sitting on the left side of the bed, her hair tousled, her expression somewhere between amusement and impatience.
"Wake up, sleepyhead," she said, tugging him once more. "It's already noon."
Joren groaned, rubbing his eyes. "Ugh… what?"
She sighed, brushing her fingers through her hair. "Come on. You forgot?"
He blinked again, still half-asleep. "Forgot what?"
"The date," she said, nudging his leg.
Joren sat up slowly, brows furrowed. "What about it?"
She gestured toward the window, where sunlight poured in. "We slept through half the day. There's barely time left."
