Stitch in Time𓃒 𝐉. 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫

𝐼𝐼. 𝐶𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑅𝑜𝑐𝑘

Roselyn was startled awake the next day by Claire who was looking rather unusual as her normal, calm face was replaced with an excited and joyous one. "Morning, Claire," she greeted groggily, rubbing her eyes as she sat up, the covers falling from her shoulders to her lap.

Her Pajamas consisted of a silky white dress, with nothing but underwear on underneath. The usual attire she wore when she was going to bed. "Good morning, Ro," Claire responded, encouraging the other to get up and out of bed with a hand on Roselyn's shoulder.

"What do you have in mind?" The white-haired knew that the only reason that Claire would wake her up if she had a plan to do something for the day. The brunette only smirked, refusing to tell the young adult anything to give away her scheme.

"Fine then, don't tell me. At least let me get ready, I'll meet you guys downstairs." Claire didn't say anything, only gave her a thumbs up in agreement before turning around and reached for the door, intentions clear.

"You woke me up just to say morning, didn't you?"

"Of course."

Getting up, Roselyn took the opportunity of time to run into the shower, cleaning herself and waking up properly at the same time. After she was done, she got out, getting dressed in a knee-length grey dress and had her hair pulled into a messy bun on top of her head.

The blue-eyed female sauntered down the staircase, her hand freely touching the railing, her black shoes hitting the carpeted floor softly, not seeing the woman from yesterday behind the counter, and assumed that it was too early for her to be up just yet.

Not long after, Claire and Frank came down the same stairs that Roselyn had come down from minutes earlier, and they greeted each other small smiles. "How did I get down first? I am pretty sure Claire was already dressed to leave," the white-haired girl mused. "Someone lost her purse," Frank teased, giving the black-haired female beside him an amused look.

"Are we going out to buy something?" Roselyn questioned, tilting her head to the side, ready to run back up the stairs to grab her own purse. "No, we are not," Claire started, preventing the younger female from going up for no reason. "But I just wanted to bring it just in case we might need it, you never know."

The former war veteran shrugged her shoulders and motioned towards the front door, humming to herself. "Are we going or not?" As they left the warm and cozy hotel, Roselyn found that the wind had not let up the temperatures as the same cold air blew right into her face.

"It's yet another cold day today," she said to herself, making a quick exit to Frank's car, not hesitating to get into the back, seating herself comfortably on the left, behind the passenger, where Claire usually sits. Looking at the ceiling-free vehicle, the white-haired female furrowed her eyebrows.

"What if it rains? Your car will be ruined."

The only male out of the three of them tilted his head to the side as he opened the door for Claire to get in, thinking about their friend's question. "There you go, Darling," he cooed at Claire, who gave him a loving smile in return.

"There is a lever on the driver's side of the car, that when used, the back part of the vehicle props open and then I have to push it over the parts of the car that doesn't have a roof, and it works as one," he explained, strolling over to his side of the car and getting in, glancing back at Roselyn.

"Does that makes sense?"

"Yeah, I believe so."

With that, the three embarked towards their surprise, the only person not knowing where they were going being Roselyn, who didn't really mind, but was rather intrigued to know. Along the way, the three conversed to one another, enjoying the time they had together.