The sharp buzz of his phone cut through the stillness, dragging Luca from a foggy half-dream.
He fumbled across the nightstand, squinting at the glowing screen. Noel Calling.
A small grin tugged at his lips before he swiped to answer.
"Get up, sleepyhead," Noel's voice teased, warm and bright even through the crackle of the line.
Luca leaned back against the headboard, hair tousled, voice rough with sleep. "Did you… dream about me?"
A laugh spilled through the receiver, light and genuine. "Maybe. How else would I know you take forever to wake up?"
"Hey," Luca murmured, dragging a hand over his face. "I'm not that slow."
"Nope," Noel shot back, amusement laced in every word, "just slow enough to miss breakfast."
Luca swung his legs over the side of the bed, toes brushing against the cool floor. "I'll make it up to you."
"You'd better," Noel replied, smug but soft. "I'm expecting pancakes."
