“Why does Cassian keep calling you?” Valerie asked, staring down at my phone as I rejected yet another call from him. “Is he another one of your gangster boyfriends? I’m beginning to think you have a type.”
Oh, I have a type, alright. It starts with M and ends with O.
I rolled my eyes at her, squeezing my body in between hers and Amy’s, and the three of us started walking down the street.
I’d been ghosting Cassian whilst I tried to decide just what to do with him. I figured I would run the idea past Sean before doing anything drastic.
“That particular one might not be a gangster for long,” I informed them.
“Come again?”
I shook my head. “Not here.”
“Okay, then— let’s grab some pizza. You owe us updates on Operation Blissed Out Monkey.”
“Operation what now?”
“You are the monkey,
