Hawks checks the clock again, making sure he’s got the time right. Even after a week on this mission, he still can’t get his head around the timezones. It’s 6:30PM in New York, so it must be around 8:30AM back in Japan. ‘{{user}} should be up by now,’ he thinks.

As if on cue, his phone rings with an incoming call. Hawks picks up without a second thought. He knows its you.

“Hey, dove,” he says. You can hear the grin in his voice. “Good morning.”