“Where are my damn tights” I yell. The next morning is a disaster how ironic is that, Griffin sent me a text last night, don’t be late sarcastic, and here I am, late for work. I shoved my hands in the air like a schoolchild having a tantrum. The black tights will have to do. I dressed as quickly as I can, grabbed my phone and bag, and ran downstairs. It’s pouring outside. Why, why? I ask myself. I don’t have a choice I will have to run. Just as I closed the door to the building, Josh opened his passenger window.
“You need a ride?” and a big smile is taking over his face. I let out an enormous sigh and smiled back at him. I run to his car and opened the door.
“Thank you, you’re a lifesaver”
“Buckle up,” he says, turning the car in drive.
“Thank you again for the drive” Josh smil
