We pulled up in front of my loft and I tried to find the handle to open the door while he tried his best to make apologies. I finally found it and was able to pull myself out of the car without needing a can opener. I took one last look in the car without ever looking directly at him then leaned back in to grab my coffee and muffin before I walked away. I didn't even close the door behind me and never looked back when he revved his engine and peeled off down the street...so long asshole.
I walked into the room to find Kaila drinking her orange juice and getting ready to go to Chinatown for souvenirs...fuck I hate Chinatown and it's not going to be much better with a hangover.
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