Maybe I'll come knock on your window...


He never made it to the window, but he was pretty damn close somewhere along Hay St. A phone call and a few turns later, he was in front of my Grandma's house. It was a great surprise.

We picked up some Starbucks and Boston Market. Went on a little drive as he attempted to take us home the backway. Hung out in my room for a little bit till we both had to turn in for the night.


It was a great night.