C96 Baseless Accusation

Diane’s P.O.V.

“Hey, it’s getting late… aren’t you going home? I can drive you,” Lorenz offered while throwing his half-used cigarette in a nearby trash can. I did the same thing with the frap container I already used up.

I just nodded at Lorenz, then we walked side-by-side to where his car was parked. Because it was unquestionably a stressful, annoying, and maddening day for me