Refreshed
Sluggishly, Eddie made his way downstairs, barely managing to shrug on his blazer jacket. His briefcase had been prepared the night before, luckily for him. He groaned as he picked it up, the weight a reminder of the work he needed to complete.
From out of the kitchen, he saw Rachel bustle past. She had been ready for at least half an hour, the showerhead hissing into life being the noise to wake him. While he had groggily gotten dressed, she was already downstairs, drinking coffee and snacking on a piece of toast. He could see she'd already finished a handful of papers.
Rachel passed him a flask, already warm with whatever was inside. She noticed the way he stared at her, half confused and half irritated at what time it was.
"Since you're so late getting ready, I made you your coffee."
He mumbled a thanks, brow furrowing. "It's a bit unnecessary to get up this early, isn't it?"
She grinned, patting him on the arm as she brushed past, house keys in her hand. "I always make a point of being there first. What if somebody needed me?"
"That's what a phone is for…"
"And besides, it's good to get your mind clear before you start work. Don't you agree, Mr Lawson?"
He grunted a reply, his feet dragging across the carpet as he followed her out of the door. Eddie could never understand why she was always so lively and cheerful in the morning. Surely, there was something more than coffee in her drink. Or perhaps she really was that enthusiastic about her work.
He already knew the answer. But he wished, for one day, that she would let him sleep a little longer.