Becca POV
The next morning, we woke up and got ready. By the time we went downstairs, Teddy and Orla were cooking breakfast. The smell of pancakes, eggs, and bacon filled the entire first floor.
“Morning…” I chanted while walking close to the kitchen island. Teddy was wearing a pair of joggers and a white t-shirt, while Orla was wearing a pair of loose jeans and a frilly peppermint-colored top. The mint color contrasted with her red hair, and it looked amazing, her barely there make-up was appropriate to what we were doing today, having a fateful meeting with a man I fear and admire all at the same time… the LA Panther's coach.
“Hey… Have something to eat…” Teddy said, pointing at a chair… I slowly nodded and sat down. Ezra sat next to me. He looked delectable as usual… a gray t-shir
