Her Darkest Desires
"Maybe he'll put in a little more work instead of checking his phone all the time. He is obsessed with Hinge."
The elevator dinged and opened, and Andy came stumbling out. Andy was the kind of tall, shaggy-haired kid who you assumed was either going to drop out of school to go become a tech mogul, or drop out of school to become a burnout in whatever bumfuck suburb he'd rolled out of. Unfortunately for him, it was looking more and more like it was the latter.
"Hey guys," Andy said, then put a hand to his mouth and stifled a burp. He looked like shit, with dark rings under his eyes and slightly pale. "Am I late?"