Novel & Cerita Status Lucu Hari Minggu Pagi

However, as the sun climbed higher in the sky, I quickly checked the time on my phone. 7:30! Oh no, I'm going to be late! "Jen, it's the weekend. We have a day off," Luke reminded me. "Right, I completely forgot it's the weekend," I admitted. How could I forget that Luke, a workaholic, wouldn't be watching the sunrise if today were a workday? "Let's head back." Luke glanced at the driver, who immediately understood and approached the car with a smile. "Boss, where to now?"

LYRA — Do you want toast or should I just make Sunday pancakes in advance? Lucas stands in front of the stove, shirtless, a spatula in one hand and a mocking smile in the other. — It’s Tuesday, Luc. — So what? Happiness is a matter of strategy. We pretend it’s Sunday and everything feels better. I laugh, sitting at the table, a warm cup of coffee between my palms. He has always had this gift, Lucas. To reinvent mornings. To make me forget that sometimes, I struggle to breathe right after waking up.

*Luca* “How are you feeling ?” I ask Lumi as She comes out of the bathroom. It is morning and I am still in bed. I can’t help but notice how pale she is. “I am fine Luca”. She says, getting that Stubberup look in her eyes. “It is just a bit of morning sickness, totally normal”. I give her a small smile. “We both know there is no such thing as ‘totally normal’ when it comes to you”.

“Fifteen minutes late today! At least it’s better than yesterday!” Lucy put her hands up and ran into the back to drop all of her stuff and put on her apron. She then rushed to take her place at the register so that I could help Valerie put together all of the drink orders that were coming through. The morning rush normally lasted from seven thirty until ten. Lucy loved working the registers because she would flirt with every single male that came in, no matter their age. Valerie believed that’s why she has so many regulars, and one of the reasons she put up with Lucy’s terrible punctuality.

×Griffin× Grimsborrow Delinquents group chat. Maxy: Party at Loretta’s tomorrow evening at eight till sunrise. Bring a date. Luciana: Why do we need a date? Maxy: Because we’re not showing up together, it’s going to be a hot night. You wanna have someone to smash mouths with Luciana: Gross, I would rather eat a bull’s testicle Me: that is disgusting @Lucianathewildcard. I think I’ll pass on the party. My dad is trying to minimize my time outside

⊱♥⊱╮ღ WITNESS ღ╭⊱♥≺ ★✎✎★~LUCAS'S POV~★✐✐★ Sunday morning and I have come with my friends to play basketball. Our every Sunday routine is to play with them. It's a great exercise. We are currently in a covered court, and we rest. Since 4 am this morning, we have been playing, and we decided to take a break for a while.

My phone buzzed as I ordered my coffee. Lucas: Good morning. I promise not to ambush your breakfast today. Progress, right? I shook my head, grinning despite myself. Me: Very proud of you. Baby steps. The messages had been like that for days now. Sweet. Stupid. Very Lucas. No pressure. No grand follow-ups about his proposed travel itinerary. Just jokes about his terrible sleep schedule, a photo of a crooked croissant he claimed was “art,” and the occasional line that caught me off guard with how sincere it was.

Chapter 49 Aria's POV Sunday hit different after yesterday. I woke up alone in my apartment with sun coming through the blinds and reached for my phone out of habit. Two texts from Lucas, both sent around six in the morning. ''Made it home. Thanks for yesterday'' ''Also I think I left my jacket in your car'' I typed back: "It's on my couch. Come get it whenever." He replied immediately: ''Now? ''It's 9am on a Sunday''

I told him as I grabbed a piece of bacon off my plate. “Oh dear, the bank is closed today.” Lucy said and my heart sunk. “I will give Carl a call, I am sure he will open up for you today.” She said, pulling out her phone. “Oh please don’t. I couldn’t ask him to work on his day off.” I said but was ignored as Lucy called him anyways. “Carl, no I don’t want to hear it. There is no sense in you lounging around all day. It is already after eight in the morning lazy bones.” Lucy spoke into the phone.

I croaked back with a soft, weak smile. “Do you know what day it is?” he asked. I frowned. “Sunday?” That was the last thing I remembered. Lucas chuckled softly, a sad edge in his voice. “No, it’s almost Wednesday morning. It’s about 4 AM.” Wednesday? What happened to Monday and Tuesday? Two entire days? My lips parted in confusion, but before I could even begin to speak, Lucas leaned forward and said, “Before you work up that brain of yours, I’ll brief you on everything. Do you want to sit up?”