Crayvin
"I'm just surprised that of all people to plan a night out, you and Cassandra did. No drama like last time right?" Drew asks over the phone.
He's not wrong. The last time we all tried to hang out, the evening ended badly. I have more hope this time around. For the first time today, I actually had a good day at work with her. She wasn't a nuisance like she normally is. In fact, she made me laugh, but I'm still wondering what the hell a douche canoe is.
She was in a good mood all day, minus the part when we got asked to do a police escort for a funeral tomorrow. They aren't all that bad. Funerals are always sad, no matter what, but after you've done a couple of escorts, you learn to ignore the knot in your stomach at the sight of all the crying family members. The worst one for me
