Sunday morning arrived with the particular weight of a final day off awareness that tomorrow meant returning to routine, to work, to obligations.
But for now, it was still Sunday. Still theirs.
Luca woke to find Noel already awake beside him, scrolling through his phone with that focused expression he got when reading something important.
"Morning," Luca mumbled, voice rough with sleep.
"Morning." Noel set his phone down. "We should get up."
"Why?"
"Because it's almost ten, and we have things to do."
"We don't have things to do. It's Sunday."
"We have laundry to do."
Luca groaned, pulling the pillow over his face. "I hate laundry."
"Everyone hates laundry. That doesn't make it optional."
"It should be optional."
"Luca." Noel pulled the pillow away. "We're out of clean clothes. We have to do laundry."
"Fine," Luca said, dragging the word out dramatically. "But I'm not happy about it."
"Noted."
