He laughed when he saw Haley. She was half asleep, blinking in the low light, with a dazed look on her face like she wasn’t entirely sure where she was at the moment. Her clothes technically matched, an outfit that she would wear on a normal day, but with a slightly ruffled appearance that he had the feeling came from the fact that she tried to get dressed without actually having to stand up or get off her bed. And all of that would have been funny enough, but was just complimented with the fact that she sat in her swivel chair, absent-mindedly stroking the grey cat that had curled up in her lap. He thought she looked like the world’s sleepiest bond villain.
“No, Mr. Bond. I expect you to snore.” He quipped.
She blinked up at him, and a full forty-five seconds later said “What?”
He laughed again, taking the cat out of her lap. “Nothing. Come on, the car is packed and we should hit the road if we want to get to your parents’ house in time for dinner.”