Fran had fallen asleep rather quickly after laying down beside him.
She woke up and the first thing she did was check the clock. Dear god, that was an unholy hour. So she drags herself out of bed, making her way to the bathroom. The mirror returned a tired image, one that she wasn’t exactly please about. She scratches her head and decides to shower, which woke her up somewhat. After that, she towel dries her hair and trudges to wake Jack up.
She makes sure he’s awake and grabs her clothes. Alright. She just wanted to be comfortable, so nothing fancy. A little bit of makeup just so she didn’t look completely awful. Gillespie seemed nervous as he perched himself on the counter, watching both of them go back and forth. Alright. She was ready.
Fran groans as she takes a seat on the couch, waiting for him. “Holy shiiit, it’s sooooo early.” She leans to fold her arms on the arm of the couch and bury her head there. It would be worth it in the long run.