"Are you drunk?!" I whisper-shouted.
Jordan stared at me as though I had just spoken Latin. "No, I am not drunk."
I stepped closer to him and sniffed once. "Then why do you reek of alcohol?"
"I might be just a little bit tipsy." He pinched his thumb and index finger together.
"You're tipsy enough to bring me a cake— something I wouldn't have imagined ever."
For a moment he looked a little taken aback. He titled his head in thought and said, "It's not for you per se. I got it for Maddy."
I stifled a small laugh. "You got it for Maddy?" A small smile came over my lips.
He bobbed his head like a kid and I laughed.
°So today is the day when I find out what the drunk version of Jordan is like.°
"Well, sit here," I held his arm and sat him down on the chair right outside Maddy's room.
"I'm not drunk, Rose," he deadpanned.
