The drive to Jasmine’s house felt unending, Cory wondered if it was because he was a bit tipsy and he was trying his best not to speed or because he had taken a longer route. Whatever the reason was, the only thing he wanted now, was just to get the file and head home. He wondered what was so important about getting the file today that Jasmine had insisted he picked it up before tomorrow. Well, work was resuming fully on Monday, so Cory guessed she probably needed to start immediately she got back
He was bothered about how she spoke earlier; she sounded so indifferent. Was she really mad at him? But he had called her all day, sent a lot of messages and she did not reply to any, shouldn’t he be the one getting mad? Cory shakes his head in disbelief. Here he was, acting like her boyfriend, he thought to himself.