"I'm sorry, but what's the point of Monday mornings?" Normani huffed as she hopped into the passenger seat of my car. Despite the fact that the weather was overcast, she wore a large pair of sunglasses, which led me to believe she was hungover. "Can we go to Starbucks?"
"We're already like, twenty minutes late." I replied, checking the time on my phone.
"What's another thirty minutes?" Normani argued.
I shrugged, throwing the car in gear. "Starbucks it is."
"Is there any way we could make a quick stop on our way there?" She asked, shooting me a hopeful look.
I groaned. "Seriously?"
"She lives right by Starbucks. And it would mean a lot to me." Normani pleaded.
"Alright, we'll pick her up."
"Why are you so grumpy today?"
"I'm hungover," I groaned.
Normani let out a small laugh. "Me, too. Ready to smoke?"
"Please." I replied.
Normani dug a around in her backpack, eventually pulling out a blunt and tossing it in my lap. In exchange for a ride every morning, she sparked me up. Granted she sold weed, and had a nearly infinite supply, it a fair trade. On mornings like these when I picked up Normani's girlfriend, she usually sparked a lot. As I suspected, she tossed a second blunt my way.
"You're the plug," I told her, lighting one of the blunts and slipping the other into the pocket of my hoodie.
"Don't mention it," Normani replied as she lit a blunt for herself, then began fiddling with the radio. Eventually, and much to my avail, she settled on a station playing ambient Christmas music.
We drove in relative silence, eventually pulling up outside of the familiar house. Dinah immediately emerged from the side door, walking briskly down the driveway and into my car.
"You guys started without me?" She asked after climbing into the backseat. Her entrance released a bunch of smoke, and I willed her to hurry up and close the door.
Normani turned around and leaned back, so that she and Dinah could make out or something. I didn't pay attention to them, just throwing the car back into gear and continuing on our way to Starbucks.
Eventually, Normani relaxed in her seat and there was a flick of a lighter from the backseat. My blunt turned into a roach, and I rolled the window down to toss it.
"So, Camila." Dinah started. "How's it going?"
I shrugged. "A little hungover, but I'll be fine. How are you?"
"Can't complain," she answered. "Did you text that girl I've been trying to set you up with?"
"Ariana?" I asked, trying not to grimace.
"Yeah! She's cute, right? She has a thing for you."
I forced a nod. "Adorable. I'll talk to her today."
"You should eat lunch with all of us." Dinah suggested. I casually shot Normani a helpless look, silently begging her for help. She only flashed me a sympathetic smile. "Where do you usually eat, anyway?"
"I bounce around," I answered. "I'm not particular about routines. I like to mix things up." The lie didn't come out naturally. I usually began to ramble to compensate for the truth.
Thankfully, we arrived at Starbucks, so I could dodge this conversation. It wasn't that I didn't like Dinah. She was my best friend's girlfriend, and she was pretty fun to hang out with. Her friends on the other hand, I didn't like. For some reason, she insisted on trying to hook me up with this tennis player, Ariana Grande. Every morning recently it had been all she could talk about.
