Gunner POV
Cora arrived as I was plating up some food. Again, Scones had made something for both of us; these all-nighters have knobs on them. I am not an all-night person. Manning the doors as an enforcer never goes all night, and staring at a screen was never my forte; my eyes felt raw, and rubbing them only made it worse, and my back ached from leaning over that computer, staring all night. I am so in need of a hot shower and a massage. I can shower, but I doubt I would get a massage.
"How was your day?" Cora asks as she enters the kitchen, giving Scones a hug, who was closer to Cora when she walked in.
"Where's my hug? Am I relegated to the back of the line?" I pretended to pout, making my bottom lip quiver as if I was going to cry. I must have looked a sight because both Scones and
