You sipped your cold water, basking in the fresh feeling with a sigh and a yawn, sat over the kitchen counter top. Going still, you carefully listened to light but clear footsteps paddling on the wooden floor of the house, coming towards you, you held your breath for the reveal. You relaxed as you spotted the broad figure of your bodyguard Trevor appearing from the stairs, seeming half asleep as he rubbed his eyes, focusing on you and talking with husky low tone. "What are you doing up?"