Insatiable
Her left hand slapping her knee.
"There's two of us, that's more than enough to sort out the bags." I laughed, calmly grabbing her shoulders, to relax. Cassandra was major OCD when it came to her property, a drink without a coaster, is no drink at all.
"Yeah, but you never do it right, you put the Nikes with the JDs, who does that?" She asked incredulously, looking at me with a small smile.
I glared at her. "Well then." I muttered, slouching in my seat.