Mason awoke suddenly to the sound of his phone going off, and jerked his head up from where it rested on his desk. He blinked rapidly, attempting to clear the sleep from his eyes before lifting a hand to rub it away. He fumbled to pick up his phone, wanting to shut off the alarm as quickly as possible. Only when he picked it up, he realized it wasn’t an alarm at all. Kit’s contact picture lit up his screen, showing an incoming call from the dancer. Mason quickly answered the call, lifting the phone to his ear. “Kit?” His voice was still thick with sleep, and unfortunately he knew Kit would pick up on it. “What’s going on?”