Crayvin
"Of course I don't have a problem with Cassandra, Crayvin. I just didn't know you were going to invite her. I told you I wanted to hang out tonight and talk with you," Patricia says. Her accent has gone up an octave since the moment I told her Cassandra was going to be joining us.
I did not think it would be a big deal. Patricia and Cassandra seem to get along just fine and Patricia and I aren't even official. Sure, we have been sleeping together, but neither one of us has tried to put a label on it.
I don't do labels.
"We can still talk. Cassandra being here doesn't change that. I told you I just invited her to hang out because she has been down. She is my friend, and I thought you were cool with her."
Patricia sighs and her green eyes soften. "Yes, I know you're friends. Sor
