Roxxane's POV
I take a seat right next to him, my head bowed and my hand supporting my head while my elbows dig in on my knee.
I'm completely clueless. I don't know what to do next.
The whole place slowly goes lonely, and Canan is somewhere between staying awake and sleeping off.
He's completely far from sobering up, and somehow it's my fault.
If I had taken my own drink, he wouldn't be in this really pathetic condition right now.
He was just trying to be nice back there and stop me from getting ridiculed by his friends.
Now, look what it has gotten us into.
I think I have an idea. But with this idea, there's going to be a really huge problem.
I grab his phone while trying to steady my hand from the tremor already trying to claim my grip.
I turn it on, but as expected it's locked
