Updating from the brewery! lol cheeeeers.
8.
Wine on weeknights shouldn't be allowed.
And yet here I am - hungover on a Tuesday morning.
It's rough.
I'm leisurely walking up to the elevator and spot Edward inside.
Black suit. Black skinny tie.
Our gazes lock.
The mirrored doors start to close just before I reach them, so I hurry forward, shoving my arm between them to keep it open. The doors catch and bounce back just before I lose a limb.
I'm being dramatic.
And he's being a dick.
"Thanks," I say sarcastically, taking my spot next to him.
He almost smirks. "Didn't want to try too hard."