killing one ship to save another ship

By the time the sun had hit the horizon, Robert had already woken up from sleep and packed their bags. Ruth stretched her legs and hands, she felt tired and sore.

"Good morning sleeping beauty," Robert greeted her with a smile plastered on his cute face.

"Good morning," she responded. She looked at their bags and then at him, waiting for an explanation.

"I told you we were going on a trip right?" He asked.

"But I didn't concerned to eat, remember I still have to take permission from my boss." She said looking at him with a frown on her face.

"I already did, you have the rest of the week off." Robert showed her the email she received after he had applied for sick leave.

"How did you get access to my phone?" Ruth asked.

"There's no time for that, come on let's get yourselves cleaned up, we've got an early flight." He pushed himself up out of bed and went to the bathroom to take a bath leaving a puzzled Ruth all to herself.

Ruth stared at the door that led to the bathro