Ashton’s POV
I order my meal to my room, too tired to face going back downstairs and eating with the rest of the team, plus I don’t want to have to listen to Dalton b.itch about his sleeping arrangements again.
It’s just after seven, and as I take a bite of my salmon, I pick up my phone and flick through my contacts before landing on Luna’s name. I hesitate for a second, feeling a strange prickle of awkwardness at the thought of ringing the intern, but I unfortunately have no other way to speak to Beth. Her tablet doesn’t have video calling app downloaded as I didn’t like my five year old having access to something like that.
Normally, I would video call my mother whenever I’m on the road and she would hand the phone over to my daughter so we could speak. I didn’t really think through t
