I'm sipping my coffee when he stops and sits down across from me. "Do I know you?" he asks slowly.

Oh fucking hell. I'm so sick of this! "Nope." I deadpan, meeting his eyes.

He sighs. "You're not being any fun." He offers. "You're supposed to remind me of how many times we've met, seeing as you're sleeping with my roommate."

I lift an eyebrow. "You're telling me this was some sort of sick game?"

"More of a tolerance experiment, but yes."

"You're insane."

"None of his girls have ever been smart enough to give up on it, let alone around long enough to figure it out." He crosses his arms. "What am I supposed to do with you now?"

I shrug. "I'm really not sorry I ruined your little game, but I do have an idea of what you could do."

He leans forward. "You do? Share love, share!" he seems excited.

I smile. "You could leave me alone and let me finish my book." I lean back and turn back to the book calmly.

"Where's the fun in that?" he asks incredulously.

I glance up. "Never said it was fun for you. Just less annoying for me." He stands abruptly, and grabs my book. "Hey!" I reach for it quickly.

He grins. "You, my dear, need a pint of Fosters and a good, old fashioned night out at the Pub."

"We're at the pub." I remind him.

"They don't have Fosters here."

I sigh. "Give my book back Finn."

He shakes his head. "Nope. We're going on an adventure." He walks away, holding my book over his head.

I sigh. "Dammit." I mutter darkly, grabbing my purse and following him quickly. "FINN! Give me back my book!" I call after him.

He stops, and begins flipping through the book. "What's your major love?"

"English lit."

He grins. "Mines psychology." He offers calmly. "This book is awfully boring."

"No, it's not. Can I please have it back now?"

He looks at me firmly. "You need a break."

I place my fingers on my temples. "I don't need a break Finn. I need my book back."

"Do you have any plans this weekend?"

I stare at him. "Dinner with my grandparents tonight and visiting my mom this weekend." I stare at him. What the hell is going on?

He winces. "You're likely to miss those." He grabs my arm and leads me to a familiar looking black SUV, opening the door. "Your ride, milady." He indicates that I should get in with his arm.

"If I get in are you going to give me my book back?"

"Possibly." He smiles.

I climb in slowly, and he hurries around to the driver's side, tucking my book into the pocket of the door. "What about my book?" I ask.

"I said possibly love. As I made my way around the car, I decided on no."

I lean back into the seat. "So, where are we headed?" I ask sharply.

"I told you already. You look like a girl in need of an ice-cold pint of Foster's." he grins.

I scrunch my face. "Finn, it's nine am. Without focusing on the mere fact that you're conscious at this hour –

"I had a final." He offers.

"Right. But other than that, I should mention, I don't drink very often. And I certainly don't drink at nine am."

He nods. "Do you happen to have a passport?"

I nod. "I just picked up my renewal this morning."

"So you have it with you." he states.

"I can't find my driver's license."

"That's awfully handy love." He grins.

I stare at him blankly. "Finn. Where. Are. You. Taking. Me?"

"We've covered this already love, a few times actually. You need a pint of Foster's."