I'm Feeling Pretty Lonely, Baby

Dublin, Ireland
Tue, 12.30 p.m.

"Sleeping in so good, huh, Prince O'Callaghan The Fifth?"

John rubs his eyes when the image of a man standing in front of the bed crossing his arms around collects to form someone he must know.

"Oh, hey, Ken," John tries to crack a smile but he doesn't seem that happy. "What's up?"

"You are the one who needs to be up! Get up, we're running late for our flight back to Tempe!" Kennedy's eyebrows furrowed in anger but upon hearing the flight to get back to US, he quickly jogs to the bathroom to prepare himself.

Damn, I can't wait to meet her.

"And, by the way, John," Kennedy calls from outside the shower so John just answers him with "Uh-huh?" as he feels the hot water starts hitting his skin, somehow taking him back to the last-night-scene, etching a wide smile on his face.

"Why the fuck is your phone in the shower since last morning? I thought I remembered you put it on the coffee table last night?"

Oops.