At first, yesterday panned out just how any other day would; wake up, work, come home, grab a glass of wine, then begin my daily chores. After working around the house for a total of about four hours, I'd pick up my Nintendo switch and play some Mario kart. Then I'd watch Greys Anatomy, while eating a small salad I'd stolen from work, which consisted of romaine lettuce, extra tomatoes, bacon, egg, and some ranch. Then, the normal plan would be to watch some TikTok, and eventually fall asleep. Not last night, though. I cant necessarily say I'm too happy about that part of my nightly routine being cut out, but I also didn't seem to have much of a say..
I was just about to grab my salad from the mini fridge in the corner of my room when I heard something very odd, something I hadn't heard in what felt like years, yet I recognized the second it's obnoxious screech hit my ears. Mason's old, noisy, poop green Honda. The car he bought after nearly killing me, almost exactly a year ago. The timing did seem a bit weird, but I pushed that thought from my mind, knowing he probably didn't even remember the date of our accident. Mason never seemed to care much about keeping track of dates.
I couldn't help but grimace when thinking of that incident. Not something I planned on contemplating while drinking a glass of wine and watching Greys, but apparently Mason had different plans. Jackass.