Dale stared at Andrew like Andrew had sprouted an extra head. “Dude, you sure you aren’t smokin’ anything?”
“f**k you,” Andrew muttered. He slumped in his chair and sipped on the God-awful acrid s**t posing as coffee.
“Okay, lemme get this straight. You wake me up at four in the morning only to ask me what day it is. Then you claim you’ve been gone for…what? A day? Two? When I just left your place yesterday morning.”
“Shoulda stayed with Mikhail.”
“Who?” Dale sighed and sat back, his own coffee forgotten. “Who’s Mikhail? And what’s this about your front door being ripped off its hinges?”
“You don’t believe me?” Andrew stood and glared down at Dale. “Fine. Get your ass up and I’ll prove it.” Tossing his cup in the garbage can on the way out, Andrew left the tiny café—one of only a few
