◦◦ Sawyer ◦◦ The next afternoon Fuck, 1:30 P.M. I hope I’m not too late. After dropping Kate off at Naples beach for one of her bi-monthly mandatory safety meetings, I hastily drove all the way to the coffee shop chain Erin manages so I could catch her in person before she left for the day. We needed to talk. STAT; I wasn’t willing to wait any longer. Erin is slippery when she doesn’t want to be found. Unfortunately for her however, I’m better at this hide and seek shit than she is. I was hoping it wouldn’t come to me having to track her down, but this is the longest we’ve gone without speaking and I’ve had quite enough of what I perceived to be an undeserved silence. I slid out of my turquoise Porsche 718 Cayman in a hurry, ripping the newish black Oakley sunglasses I’d been wearing away from my face as I jogged up to ‘Fifth Avenue Coffee Company & 6t

❀ Kate ❀ I studied Sawyer’s beautiful face with caution while she waited on an explanation I wasn’t sure how to give. She was glaring pointedly, sapphire hued passion radiating from her pained eyes as each agonizing second ticked by. Everything from the perplexed crease in my girlfriend’s blonde brow, to the way she rested her chin against the palm of her hand exhumed an impatience I’ve come to expect out of Sawyer Driscoll. It was among one of her more irritating personality traits. The one I’m having the hardest time dealing with at the moment is her tendency of doing whatever the hell she wants without consulting those involved first. Who the fuck just buys a plane ticket out of nowhere like that!?- “Well? Aren’t you going to answer me?” Sawyer snapped suddenly, raising her wine glass so she could take a hearty drink. The question was spoken with disdain, and I started experiencing mixed emotions while racking my brain for somet

◦◦ Sawyer ◦◦ Forty Five Minutes later “You sure you’re ready for this, Sawyer?” Blythe challenged with a competitive smirk over the club’s blaring music almost an hour into making each other’s acquaintance. Positioned between her thumb and forefinger was a simple glinting quarter I’d happily provided at her request, which she prepared to spin on the marbled counter in front of our eyes. “We’re neck and neck...this is the deciding game; Remember what’s at stake!” Oh, I hadn’t forgotten and was looking forward to emerging victorious. Most of the crowd malingering around from earlier dispersed onto the epic dance floor or elsewhere entirely, leaving Blythe and I pretty much alone—inches away from touching elbows and partaking in several outlandish drinking contests. In between, we'd been discussing her exciting life in Brooklyn and the beauty of Classical music. Secretly, I used to love when m

♬ Blythe ° An hour later “That’ll be...$30.16, please.” The young twenty something holding my and Sawyer’s greasy brown take-out bag, consisting of two Philly cheese steak sandwiches and a large order of crinkle cut french fries, peered at his receipt tapped onto the front of it as if to double-check my total. Sounds about right; Eating out isn’t cheap. I nodded agreeably and handed over a crisp $50.00 dollar bill. As we were making the exchange, he started unzipping the company owned bright red pouch around his waist. “How much back?” I’d really like to thank this graveyard employee properly, but I don’t see a name badge anywhere. I waved him off kindly with a small smile. “That’s all you, thanks for making the run so late. Have a good night.” Aside from a handful of nearby pizzerias, there didn’t seem to be many other options, and Sawyer loves this place so I figured we better go with i

◦◦ Sawyer ◦◦   “So what are you going to do? Trash it, or give her a call?” Erin was sitting cross legged on my white vegan leather couch, slowly drinking the last of a breakfast style mimosa I mixed up for her, as she intently watched me stare at Blythe’s business card for the hundred thousandth time since the morning I snagged it.   Which coincidentally, was the same morning I got that unexpected phone call, and found Erin parked in my apartment complex armed with profuse apologies over ending our friendship nearly a month ago. For as long as I’ve known her, she’s been stubborn as hell and usually didn’t look back after cutting people out of her life.   But me, she explained while crushing my exhausted body in a fierce hug, I wasn’t so easy to write off. We counted on each other in this harsh world, and even though we all knew I was a bitch to keep