Will

"You look like crap," Ang said handing me a cup of coffee before swiping my keys off the counter. "I can drive."

"You can drive?"

This was news to me. The girl never drove. Why drive when someone could drive you and you could drink in the back seat of the limo? It was something that had always bothered me about her, the fact that she didn't really have a license, I mean she could figure it out as good as anyone but she was too lazy to go in and take a damn ...