Alexa
MacKenzie and I sat in a corner booth in the hospital cafeteria, taking our lunch break. Well, we called it lunch, but it was three in the morning. I stuck with breakfast foods, while Kenz usually opted for dinner. The one thing we shared in common, though, was the consumption of mass quantities of coffee.
“Part of me does want to break out of my Little-Miss-Goody-Two-shoes image—do something crazy. Grasp onto experiences while I’m still young. I mean is that so bad?” I didn’t mention Cade’s invite to her to. I needed to test the waters here first.
“Amen, sister.” She raised her cup in a salute.
“I mean, would it be totally crazy if I wanted to, I don’t know, mess around with Cade, see what all the fuss is about…”
MacKenzie spit out a mouthful of coffee. “I didn’t realize we
