Cassandra
"Where did Drew go?" I ask, taking my seat back on the stool next to Crayvin.
He is sitting in the same spot, resting his forearms against the bar while he holds out his phone. He looks at me and sets his phone down, raking his fingers through his now disheveled hair.
And f**k, if that doesn't make him look sexier than he already does tonight.
"I don't even know, I am assuming home? He came back from the restroom, grabbed his card, and stormed out of here like a bat out of hell. I called after him but I am not sure if he had heard me or if he was just ignoring me. I was his ride here, too."
Crayvin pinches his brows together as he looks back to his phone, turning the screen back on with a sigh.
"I texted him and tried calling him too but I have had no luck."
"Well, I for o
