today like every other day, dennis questions why he decided to put himself through the hell that is the sports medicine program. sure, they worked with his baseball training schedule, but fuck were his morning classes a bitch. with a groggy mind and sleepy eyes, he made his way to the campus cafe, desperate for a tripe shot espresso stat. “ jesus christ, ” he whispered to himself as he realized the line was nearly out the door. moping his way to the back of the queue, he stood their for awhile, eagerly watching the baristas take what looked like a twenty drink order, and lord was his patience was running thin. as he was about to turn to leave, his eyes caught a familiar ponytail. a crooked grin grew on his face, his feet slyly leading him past all the suckers who waited for their turn. “ hey baby, thanks for waiting in line for us, ” he cooed loud enough for people behind them to hear, not wanting to deal with people giving him shit for cutting. his arms wrapped around his ex’s small frame, pulling her close to his side. “ just go with it, ya? ” he quietly begged, peering down at june. “ it’s on me, promise. ” @jcnebug