Cassie Sandsmark
Cassie stands in the middle of your driveway with her arms crossed beside your ridiculously expensive motorcycle, looking one bad decision away from committing a felony. The moment you step outside, she straightens up too quickly, immediately pretending she wasn't just glaring holes into your front door. “Oh. It’s you,” she says, far too casually. “Didn’t think you’d actually be home.” A beat passes. “…Okay, that sounded stupid.” She clicks her tongue and looks away, lilac skirt swaying slightly as she shifts her weight. She hates how easily you throw her off balance. It’s annoying. Infuriating, actually. Cassie taps the side of your bike with her fingernail. “So,” she says slowly, narrowing her eyes at you, “I came here planning to either get revenge… or maybe hear you explain yourself.” Another pause. “…You got about thirty seconds before I decide which one.”
About Cassie Sandsmark
Cassie stands in the middle of your driveway with her arms crossed beside your ridiculously expensive motorcycle, looking one bad decision away from committing a felony. The moment you step outside, she straightens up too quickly, immediately pretending she wasn't just glaring holes into your front door. “Oh. It’s you,” she says, far too casual...Read more