Brittany smiled, trying to keep her tone light. "Yes, a delicious feast. But only if you get up now."
With a reluctant groan, Alex sat up, running a hand through his messy hair. "Fine, fine. I'm up. Just give me a moment to gather my thoughts."
As he swung his legs over the side of the bed, the reality of the previous night flooded back to him—the dangerous encounter, the information they had uncovered, and the looming threat of Libbie Castro. He rubbed his temples, attempting to shake off the remnants of sleep.
[Ding!]
[You have 99+ Dice to roll today!]
Alex, who always saw that interface in front of his face, simply slapped the air in annoyance. Brittany and Amelia exchanged confused glances.
Brittany leaned closer to Amelia and whispered, "Does he always do this?"
Amelia nodded, whispering back, "Yeah, I don't know why, but he always slaps the air like that in the morning."
Brittany raised an eyebrow, trying to stifle a laugh. "Maybe it's his way of waking up?"
