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My alarm rings by 4:30pm, reminding Clark and I that we have 30 minutes to freshen up before conveying downstairs for dinner. “Clark” I say softly, gently tapping him.

“Yeah, is it time to go?” He mumbles sleepily. I nod, “yeah, we have about thirty minutes to freshen up and get ready” I say, attempting to pull him up, though that doesn’t work.

“I’m up” he chuckles, sitting up. “Do you want to take a shower, I already did?” I ask, packing my hair in a bun. He nods, “yeah, a cold shower will do me good at the moment” he says, standing to his feet.

“You’re wearing the black gown I chose, you look good” he comments, before entering the bathroom.

Clark exits the bathroom wearing a black top paired with white shorts, “that was quick” I say, turning to face him. He smiles, “I just needed to take a shower, nothing much”.

“You really meant it when you said we were going to match throughout this outing” I chuckle, shaking my head. He chuckles, “it’s something I’ve always wanted to do with my w