Cara's pov
I was convinced the universe hated me. Like, I knew deep down that I was her least favorite life form and that was why she and her little minions, like the god of employment, were consistently out for me.
I paced about on the street, watching the familiar building of Rico's that stood across, my teeth biting my lips in agitation.
I also blamed the universe for the recent lapse in my usually unshakeable self-will. Much to my alarm, I had been doing things I vowed never to do or repeat and also with an embarrassing quickness.
I took a resigned breath and started for the place, my hands balled into fists at my side, faux determination fueling my steps, bringing me closer and closer to the tatty wooden door.
“You can do this, Cara.” I encouraged myself. “Just get in there and
