**Claire POV**
I am woken abruptly by the sound of my phone blaring in my ear. I shoot out of bed immediately, I already know who it is and I've been waiting all day to talk to her. It's 4am here which means it's 12pm for Reneé. I answer quickly regardless of the time, not wanting to miss a single chance to talk to her.
"Hi baby" she hums on the other line, I'm so happy to hear her sweet voice.
"Good morning" I tell her, still half asleep as I sit up straight against the headboard of our bed.
"Were you sleeping?" she asks "What time is it there?"
"It's uhhh" I pull the phone away from my ear to check the time "it's 4:03"
"In the morning?" she gasps.
"Yeah"
"Oh baby, I'll let you go back to sleep. I didn't meant to wake you up, I'm sorry"
"No no, it's okay" I assure her "I've been waiting for you to call. Wanna Facetime?"
"Yes" she says excitedly. I reach over to turn on the bedside lamp before turning our phone call into a Facetime. I stare at myself in the camera while it connects, I look an absolute mess. A few seconds later, Reneé's smiling at me on the screen with her head wrapped in a towel. Her skin is glowing and it's daylight where she is.
"Wow, you look just as good as I do right now" I laugh sarcastically at her.
"I woke up a little bit ago and took a shower. I slept for like 11 hours, I was so tired" she informs me. I would believe it, we did stay up all night the night she left.
"Did you sleep at all on the plane?" I question.
"No, not really. I was having like, a ton of anxiety and that kept me awake"
"Did you take your medicine?"
"Yeah, I did but it didn't do anything"
"Well, I'm glad they let you sleep in. Is your hotel nice?" I ask, hoping she will give me a little tour.
"It's just okay, we're not staying here again tonight so it's fine. Here, I'll give you a tour" she tells me, standing up off the bed she's sitting on and flipping the camera around.
"Here's the TV. There isn't Netflix or Hulu or anything so I had to watch TV on my laptop last night to fall asleep" she groans, I laugh at her first world problem.
"Here's like, the living room area" she pans to a little tiny couch and coffee table.
"Look what Adam had them bring me" she gushes, opening up a mini fridge filled to the top with Spindrift.
"Niiiiiice, babe" I smile at her as she continues.
"I know, right? Anyways, then here's my bathroom" she shows me a tiny beige bathroom, nothing too exciting.
"And my bed" she finishes. I notice a sweatshirt of mine balled up next to her pillow. I know immediately which one it is, my favorite one. It's my high school track sweatshirt that has my last name across the back, it's her favorite of mine too. How did she sneak that in her suitcase without me noticing?
"Is that my sweatshirt?"
"Mhm" she giggles.
"Babe, look" I say as she flips the camera back around to her face. I hold the camera high above my head to show her the shirt of hers that I slept in.
"Aw, baby! Wait a fucking second, are those my black sweatpants I was looking for?" she yells, her jaw dropping open playfully. I quickly reposition the camera so only my face is showing.
