Grace
I ignore the throbbing in my head as much as I can until I finally get to the front of the line at Pixie Cups and order myself a skinny latte with a shot of hangover cure. I wish I was able to make the shot myself, that way I wouldn"t have to drag myself out of bed, but every time I"ve tried, I"ve ended up failing at it. There are just some kinds of pixie magic I"m not good at, apparently.
"Here you go," the pixie behind the counter says brightly. "That"ll be four twenty, please."
"Card please," I say, holding up my phone. I press my thumb to the unlock button, only for nothing to happen. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I must not have plugged my phone in properly last night when I got in, and now it"s dead. "I"m really sorry, let me check if I have any cash."
I know I do
