Crayvin
Mornings like today are the ones that I appreciate the most. The traffic is flowing smoothly, no domestic violence calls, no dead bodies. Just the sweet silence that fills the unit...
Slurp! Slurp!
I exhale as I look over at the bane of my existence, my partner. Her eyes meet mine and I glare at the raven-haired woman as she rolls her doe eyes. I rub my temples and rest my forehead to the steering wheel.
Slurp...slurrrp!
"What the hell are you drinking over there? Or should I say trying to drink," I huff.
Fuck, she annoys me.
Cassandra lifts her perfect arched brow, her eyes glinting at me. She makes me feel so small when she looks at me like that. I hate it.
"It's my morning shake," she states.
"What's in the shake?" I ask, not sure why I even want to know or ask for that
