CARIS | 25 YEARS LATER
For someone like me, who works in a clinic Monday to Friday, well and at least half of Saturday, going to a bar with my friends is something I look forward to. Either that or I go on random dates. Or both.
I just finished my shower and was about to dry my hair when my phone rang. I didn't bother to look at the screen.
"Hello," I said that in a fun way not the dull one. Eek.
"Tay, where are you?" It's my brother, Cairo. I am supposed to meet him and my friend for dinner, but I cancelled last minute to go out with this hot guy I met at the coffee shop.
"My place. About to dry my hair, and put a little bit of make up on. What's up?"
"What do you mean what's up? We a
