Now wearing a pair of sweatpants and rubbing a towel to dry his hair, Alexey stepped out of the bathroom. He didn't immediately head for his phone; instead, he walked over to the TV, and flicked it on to the first news channel showing the weather. Listening absently as he went about his routine of making a peanut butter and jelly toasted sandwich, plus fruit cup and an apple, he sat down on his couch to enjoy it, towel forgotten on his head. 

Then he remembered his phone, and Amena, and bolted for it.

About twenty six seconds later, he already had a reply written and sent- [b]I did indeed, Amena. Two questions, to know for today's schedule: did you sleep well? And shall we meet up later today?[/b]