The breakfast at the manor was way louder than usual.
Hina and Kai were basically fighting over who stole whose toast, Alicia was just chilling at the end of the table with one leg tucked under her, pretending she wasn't watching Nia's empty chair. Then there was Jaz, just eating a mountain of eggs in total silence, still half-asleep.
As for Nia? She was upstairs, dead to the world. From what Nash remembered about last night and early this morning, the screaming, the puddles on the court, and the way he'd absolutely wrecked her, she'd definitely earned the rest.
Nash sat in the corner of the table with a black coffee. He'd stopped actually drinking it ten minutes ago, and he was just stirring it with a spoon, totally zoned out.
337 PP.
530 SP.
389 BP.
