The room was still heavy with sleep when Xavier's phone buzzed, dragging him out of his dream. He groaned, reached for it, and pressed answer without checking.
"What are you doing?" Angel's voice slipped through the line.
Xavier rubbed his eyes, still half-asleep. "Doing what people are supposed to do at night."
Angel clicked her tongue. "Must be nice. Sleeping while dumping all the hard work on me."
He let out a tired breath. "So? You call to complain, or you got something useful? And you know you didn't have to work so late, right? You could continue tomorrow too."
"Relax, I was just teasing you. I am nocturnal. Anyway, I need to talk to you," she said, her tone sharp, almost restless. "But not here. I'll come pick you up. Be ready in a few minutes." And before he could respond, the line went dead.
