"Like a log, actually. You?" Robin asked, kissing him quickly and sitting up, pulling her fingers through her bedraggled hair. She hadn't had a chance to wash out the rest of the dye the previous night, and she made a mental note to do it today.
Caine was in the lift, checking his phone and hoping none of the interns had been arrested the night before. Thankfully, he had no angry texts from his boss and Florence wasn't calling him, so he thought everything would be good. He had changed into a top and shorts, relieved to finally be out of his suit.