Alaric
The loud beeping of my phone dragged me out of sleep early Tuesday morning. I let out a tired groan and buried my face deeper into the pillow, hoping whoever was disturbing me would eventually give up and disappear.
Unfortunately, the beeping continued relentlessly.
Again.
Again.
And again.
I groaned in frustration before finally reaching for the phone lying beside me on the bed.
After returning from Bahrain late Monday night, I had collapsed onto my mattress hoping for uninterrupted sleep after the chaos of the race weekend.
My entire body still ached from the physical strain of Bahrain, and the last thing I wanted was to deal with another human being this early in the morning.
Especially one specific human being.
I rubbed my eyes tiredly as the screen lit up brightly in the dim bedroom, forcing me to blink twice while my vision adjusted to the sudden brightness.
The messages were coming from an unknown number.
Hello.
How is your wonderful Tuesday going?
