“I’m still a little drunk if I’m being honest with you. I’m not sure I’d do this sober and I might regret it in the morning, but he didn’t give a fuck, so why should I?” I lift both shoulders apathetically as I start walking backward. “I’m going with you,” he adamantly states. “Uh, no, you’re not.” “Uh, yes, I am.” “Daniel.” “Josefine.” I drop my head back, groaning. “No. The last thing I need is for you to get in trouble. It’ll be quick anyway.” His grin broadens. “You care about me?”
