EMORY'S POV
The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered on me as I hurried home, my apron tucked into my bag and my hair still carrying traces of vanilla and caramel. I couldn’t wait to take a quick shower and fall into bed early. Tomorrow marks our first day of college.
When I opened the door to our tiny apartment, Drake was sitting on the couch, and a broad grin spread across his face when he saw me.
"At last, I've been waiting for you," he said with excitement.
My brows furrowed. "Did we have something planned that I forgot?" I asked.
"No," he replied casually, picking up a shopping bag beside him and handing it to me. "I got this for you. Figured you'd want something to tame the mane when you're in class."
I took the bag and looked inside. It was a sleek black hair straightener.
