I wake up in the morning, and the bed smells like Timothy.

I roll over to find him gone, but there's a sticky note on the pillow.

Morning, Six.

I grin as I shift out of bed, tugging down the hem of my T-shirt and stepping around the overnight bag he brought. I head out to the living room.

"This for me?" I hold up the sticky note.

Timothy turns from where he's standing at the counter, the smell of coffee wafting through our place. "Mhmm. How'd I know you'd have the ingredients for Rice Krispies squares?"

"It's a bribe, isn't it?" I shift in front of him, winding my...