8

Quinn's pov

I zip my leather bag, I turn to find four pair of eyes staring at me.

"What!" I bark.

"You just have this goofy look on your face." Lee notes.

"And you have this moronic look of a face, so?" I state back.

"You are hopeless." Lee throws his hand.

"We are heading to Cole's Cafe, do you want to come?" Jermaine asks.

I hate the place, it is too overcrowded. The only thing I find tolerable is their coffee and the owner. I became acquitted with Cole in my freshman year. As the rest of my peer partied and lived their youths. I would spend my weekends there. Typing and auditing some of my father's client. Once the place would empty, Cole would join me. We talked about politics, weather, sports, history, the modern woman...and I once mentioned my booty call with Cara. He huffed and sighed to what had become of the women today. On serious days he would talk about how hard it is to run a business in a shitty economy and government policies. He wasn't lucky to serious employment after