[Bennett Household – Kathrine's Room]
"Aren't you being too much, Ethan? Just how long do you plan on talking to me?" Kathrine sighed for what felt like the hundredth time, her voice still thick with sleep.
The phone was propped against her pillow, the screen glowing softly. Ethan's face filled it, just as it had since last night. He had video called her sometime after midnight, and somehow, unbelievably, the call had never ended.
Her eyes flicked to the time, then back to the screen.
How is my phone still alive? she wondered, half impressed, half concerned.
Kathrine pushed herself up slightly, suddenly aware of her state. Her hair was a complete mess, strands sticking out in every direction. One side of her face was creased from the pillow, and the corner of her lips felt dry. She wiped it quickly, realization dawning that she must have drooled in her sleep.
Mortified, she glanced at the screen again, expecting at least a hint of amusement.
