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I don’t understand the dynae?

I pull into the parking lot of Gold Diggers fifteen , where I find Drew leaning against the wall His upper body is slouched forward, his hands nestled deep in his jeans pockets, and his head is bent It’s like he didn’t even hear the truck pull up

Rolling down the passenger side histle low and he glances up, his gazeht waver Did he?

I hope not

Pushing away fro, he saunters over to the truck and leans in through the open , his are “So you found the key”

“I told you did” I texted hiet or what?

Sniffing the air, I catch the distinct scent of beer He’s been drinking And he’s alwaysNot necessarily in a bad way, though Not like the guysThose types were et their point across

“Thanks for coet me” He pushes away fro the door so he can clier seat, he rolls up the , pulls the seatbelt on and clicks it into place, then leans against the seat, his eyes closing “I appreciate it”

That’s it? That’s all I get? No ohlove? Not that I expected the last one but holy hell, we go fro each other for over two months, to all sorts of interaction with each other in the span of a few hours

I don’t know if I can take this, especially when he’s acting like our reunion is no big deal

“Need directions tolot

“Uht to my house” I don’t want to take hiet home?

“I can’t drive I’m all sorts of fked up”