Sawyer
“You slut.” Ava came barreling through the office door holding two drinks in her hand, glaring at me while she plopped down on the couch. She looked at me and then to Finn who just sat at his desk and glared, “You are both dirty little sluts. And because you two like to keep secrets, neither of you get a drink.”
“Why would I want that pink thing?” He scoffed, “I don’t drink that crap.”
“No, but you drink this.” She shook the other drink in her hand, “Mocha latte, extra shot of espresso.”
His eyes immediately went wide as he held his hands out to beg for the drink, “You can call me a slut all you want if you just give me the coffee. Pleaseeee.”
“I didn't know you were so easy Finnegan. First, tell me what happened the past few days. Both your phones were off. You weren’t in the
