michael:
“Well actually, you technically got your nap.” Michael observed with a soft smile. “No problem. I think I was worried you might have drowned, that would have been a super embarrassing way to go.”
“Touche, my dear. Touche.” Lucy sighed, pushing her hair behind her ear. She probably looked like a mess. Sleeping at her dinner table all by herself. Absolutely ridiculous. “I would hope I’d go out with more of a bang. Drowning in soup does have a quiet finesse to it though. I’ve still got a lot of living to do though.”

















