LUCIEN'S POINT OF VIEW.

I pull up to the front of her house a few minutes into the night. Grabbing my phone, I shoot her a text.

ME: Come outside.

Three dots appear instantly.

SUNSHINE: What do you mean?

I could imagine her scrunching up her little button nose in confusion as she typed away at her phone.

ME: We're going to the spot, remember?

SUNSHINE: I thought that was tomorrow.

It was, but like the selfish bastard I am, I wanted her to myself before the guys got there.

ME: That's for the ...