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Once Upon A Coffee
Professor Hendricks was a certifiable asshole As Dillon Lange clih a nu descriptions for the ive a damn that Dillon’s project partner had a ruptured appendix, thus blowing their chances of finishing the midterether
“You should’ve planned for this,” Hendricks had said when Dillon met with him to plead for leniency since Noelle was still in the hospital
Right, because a ruptured organ was so easy to predict Noelle felt awful about leaving him in the lurch, but she was so doped up ona coherent sentence together During his brief conversation with her about it, she’d fallen asleep twice and woken up with a lurch, shouting “Save the crazy cat lady!” Totally not the frame of mind they needed for a project on macroeconomics Because Dillon wasn’t an asshole himself, he’d said he’d take care of the project and that she should focus on getting well
God, he rad when he could still live from class to nap to party
The thuot the door open
Half crouched on the futon, half standing, his roommate Owen clutched the Xbox controller with all the intensity of a drone pilot on a ed on the flat screen TV “Co slaughtered here!”
Battlefield? Titanfall? Hell if Dillon knew He hadn’t had tiames since he started his MBA at the University of Mississippi He was at least two editions of Assassin’s Creed behind
Owen grunted as Dillon shut the door “Hey o?”
“Lousy” Dillon dumped his keys in the Cool Whip bowl that served as a catch all by the door “No extension”
“That bites No, no not you,” he spoke into the headset perched in his shaggy dark hair “Well, yeah, getting a point bites, too I’ on”
“Are you gonna be at this a while? Because I’ve got a crapton of work to do on this project if I’ to make the deadline”
“Huh? Oh, e’re in the early stage of this caht now”
Of course, he couldn’t
Heaving a put upon sigh that was completely lost on his roommate, Dillon made a beeline for his roo up his laptop and all the books he’d need for this project, he retrieved his keys and headed don to hole up at his favorite coffee shop
There was, predictably, no parking on the Square Not a shock The weather was gorgeous and sunny, and everybody in Oxford was out enjoying it Couples and groups tee the sidewalks None of the over their head As he drove past Uptown Coffee, he saw patrons spilling out the doors, effectively squashing that plan Hooking a left back toward ca out at the library, but he needed caffeine to get through this Gallons of it He didn’t want to have to pack up and relocate once he got set up
This called for drastic measures
Forty-five minutes later, Dillon rolled into the sleepy little town of Wishful He’d sturad Boasting a population of only 5,000, it reminded Dillon of his hometown in Texas Friendly, quirky, and, most importantly, quiet, it made Oxford look positively metropolitan in contrast