Cassidy's POV
Watching Dave being so meticulous with the way he served dinner was comical. He made sure to serve me first and then, himself.
“Where is my food, Dave?” Pierre asked.
“It's in the kitchen, Pierre. Go serve yourself if you're hungry.” Dave said as he poured me a glass of fruit juice. He looked up at me with a teasing smile. “You definitely need this juice after all that alcohol you drank last night.”
“I didn't drink much last night.” I responded boldly.
"Yeah, I know.” Dave said sarcastically. “I believe you. I remember how sober you were.”
“ Oh, great. Ignore the third wheel.” Pierre said dramatically as he marched into the kitchen to get himself something to eat. “ Where is Kyle?” I heard him mutter as he passed.
As if he heard his name, Kyle appeared. He looked l
