It’s three in the morning and what you get woken up by is a missed phone call from Gwen. You pick up the phone, listening to her voicemail.

She’s sent multiple messages and called you more than once. You already told her you wouldn’t pick her up if she got high off of who knows what? Gwen is reckless these days.

You went to pick her up. She lazily got into the back of your car, looking in your rear mirror. “I didn’t call you when I was high.” She remarked to your message you sent earlier.