(Alexander's POV)
After I leave Griffin International I make my way home, trying to keep myself busy until it was time to pick up Reagan. A quarter before 4, I get a text from Reagan who sends me her address and I get ready to drive over to where she lives. When I arrive at Reagan's dorm, it is exactly 4 and immediately the door opens and she steps out, dressed in a black turtleneck and a pair of ripped blue jeans.
I give a her judgmental look and she frowns at me, “What? Do you have a problem with what I'm wearing?"
“That's what you chose to wear?"
Reagan groans and runs a hand through her dark hair, “Listen, buddy, you don't get to have a problem with what I'm wearing after you rushed me to be ready by the time you got here. Just drive so that we can get this over with."
I roll
