Date = 22 June
Place = San Francisco (Grimms — at Paws and Claws)
POV - Enrique
“Ug … f**k …” My head hurts. “Can we just… order pizza, crack a few beers, and not talk about this s**t for one night?” I sigh, rubbing my temples. “Please? I need that.”
“Yeah, that sounds like heaven,” Noah agrees.
“I can eat,” Axel nods.
“I’ll get the beer,” Jackson grunts and walks off to the kitchen.
“Uncanny coincidence,” Jesse pipes up cheerfully. “I already ordered downstairs an hour ago. Dingo’s on it.” Sometimes the guy can be useful.
“He makes the best pizzas,” Noah says.
“I thought he made the best donuts?” I mutter.
“Well, he makes the best everything,” Jesse shrugs while running downstairs.
I head to the bathroom, the four cups of coffee finally catching up with me. The routine comes ea
