Damon
“What do you mean you aren’t going home?” Hank questioned as he stared at me in surprise. His bag was waiting by the door, and I was still in my boxers. “The job is almost over…you haven’t been home since we got here…and I know I said I wouldn’t ask, but Vanessa hasn’t been here either…what is going on?”
“And I appreciate you not asking me any questions. Go home, Hank, I’ll see you bright and early on Monday morning,” I said from my spot on the couch. I picked up the remote to unmute the TV, but Hank stepped in the way.
“Dude, it’s Thursday. Come home with me. Spend some time with your girl. Fix whatever the hell is broken,” he said, but I shook my head. Vanessa and I still hadn’t spoken since that night and neither of us had reached out. I wasn’t about to go home and knock on her
