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t h i r t y - o n e : rational excuses
How many rational excuses can I use to get out of this meeting?
"Dad, I'm so sorry, but I actually planned to hang out with my friend Claire," I lie.
"Nice try," he says sternly.
Drake purses his lips in amusement, probably thinking about how juvenile this all is.
"You know where to meet me," he says before hanging up quickly after.
"Shit," I mutter after the dial tone.
"You okay?" he asks, with no sign of sarcasm or plain disinterest.
"Yeah, I'll be fine," I clasp my hands, shutting myself off emotionally. Before turning to leave, I stutter, "I-I'll think about the yearlong internship."
He
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