dani’s place with @flohastings
He’d slept in -- something that was woefully uncommon for him seeing as his internal clock had been set to six in the morning since he’d had kids -- and for a moment he’d wondered where the hell he was before recognizing the sheet and the decor in the bedroom. It’d only been a week or too since him and Dani had become, well, more than friends (whatever that meant), and he supposed he’d just gotten so comfortable sleeping at her place by now that he’d hadn’t even notice her leaving for work in the morning. Thankfully, Wyatt had the kids the night prior, so there was no rush for him to get to his place by a specific time. One thing he hadn’t realized, however, was that he’d be faced with company that morning.
After getting dressed, he’d sauntered out into the kitchen, ready to just slip out the door when, instead, he came face to face with a particular blonde. “Oh -- hey, Flo, how are you?” he greeted, attempting not to come off as awkward as he felt. “I didn’t realize you, uh, were over.”