The next day, I woke up feeling utterly foolish for my failed attempt at kissing Cassian. As I dressed, I muttered criticisms to myself, chiding my own actions.
Descending the stairs, I found Cassian engrossed in a phone call. "Babe, you can come around tonight," he said to the person on the other end of the line. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his casual tone. He continued, "See you later. I'm looking forward to our time together." Ending the call, he turned to me with a dismissive expression. "What do you want? Don't you have somewhere to be?".
Frustrated, I retorted, "And where the hell am I supposed to be, Cassian? You won't even let me out of your fucking ridiculous house. You know, I could go out tonight while you entertain your 'fun'." I emphasized the word 'fun' with air quotes, trying to convey my disdain.
