The next morning, I wake up in my cramped car, my neck is twisted in an awkward position against the center console. Rotating my neck and stretching the sore muscles, I rub the aching spot before sitting up to the sound of monotonous tapping on my driver’s side window. Squinting I can just make out Tom standing outside with a coffee in hand and concern etched on his face.
Jumping up quickly I grab my phone. s**t, I slept through my alarm. Tom motions his hand to the hood where he balances my coffee. “I will meet you at the ramp, kiddo.”
My head pounds, reminding me that drinking on an empty stomach was a seriously bad idea.
I nod to Tom, hiding my wince as I do. Getting up, I hobble to the trunk and rummage through, trying to find something decent to wear. I stink heavily of vodka. I j
