#*daniela

"I told you I was two minutes away," Daniela called through the speaker, the line clicking as he picked up on the other end. Admittedly, she was a little apprehensive about picking him up so early, unsure of how he'd ended the night previous, but it'd always been easier to just pretend. "I'm gonna sit on this horn until you get your skinny ass out here, Atty." As promised, she lent in through the car window and lent on the center of the steering wheel, the ungodly sound perforating what might have once been a peaceful morning on this particular street. "You owe me waffles."