Page 5 of Falling Out of Hate with You

Travis

So, come on… bring me something to eat before I die.

Drew

Can’t…stuck doing bitch work till five.

I groan. He’s been working at the Sacramento PD for the past two years now, ever since we graduated from college. Between his long-distance girlfriend and working overtime, we barely cross paths anymore.

Travis

Fuck. All right. Never mind.

Drew

Why not just order delivery?

Travis

Because every chick who comes to deliver it ends up with an extra tip…

That isn’t a complete lie. I also forgot my wallet, but I spare him the details.

Drew

I can’t even deal with you.

Travis

So you see my dilemma?

I laugh to myself.

Drew

Sorry, man. I’ll see if I can get someone who has some self-control and willpower to send something.

I roll my eyes.

Travis

Thanks.

I get back to work, making calls and returning emails before my afternoon conference call. Less than an hour later, the receptionist buzzes and tells me my lunch is here.

Yes!I knew Drew wouldn’t let me down.

“Send it in,” I say back.

I adjust my tie and sit back as the door whips open. I look up as five and a half feet of pure hatred walks in.Good call, Drew. The self-control and willpower are strong with this one.

Viola Fisher.

“Well, well, well…” I drawl out, crossing my arms over my chest in delight. “If this isn’t the surprise of the century.” Little Goody Two-shoes, delivering my lunch as if I’m the biggest inconvenience of her life. She must have owed Drew a favor.

She throws a brown bag on top of my desk and glares. “Cut the shit, Travis.”

“Always a delight, V.” I continue smiling as her lips straighten into an angry line.

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