Let’s Just… I 27C

Sawyer smirked at the disaster he was jumping head first into writing. There's only so far he's going to be able to go. Peggy getting over her crush on Tate had to happen. It was such a fun idea to give up on. He chuckled, rubbed his forehead then rolled over away from the book and pen and laid on his back for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling.

He got out of bed. There's only so much avoiding he can do on his part. He picked up his wristwatch from the nightstand behind him and looked at the time. Eleven. Three days now he's woke up late. He put down the watch and headed for the door.

On his way to the kitchen, someone came into view. It took him a second, only because he forgot to wear his glasses. But then he realized who was turning to face him. "Good morning Sawyer."

"Toby." Surprised, he was blank for a second then recovered. "Uh… good morning. Why are you here?"

"Your father didn't want to come. Clearly."