Burn - Toronto Tales 1 - Cop Out “HI, KURT, how are you?” Christa smiled. Oh. So loud. He’d gone to his family’s restaurant still hungover from Davy’s birthday and wound up drinking even more trying to keep his shit together. He also hadn’t wanted to admit to his brothers he was hungover—or more specifically, why. Hell, he’d even told them he’d spent Saturday night working. It had been a long time since he’d come to work in this condition, and he was never doing it again. “Fine, Christa.” He was careful not to smile. After Ian’s visit, he didn’t want to give the girl the wrong idea. “Simon in yet?” “Yes, I think he went to the break room.” Coffee. Yes. Kurt wrapped a hand around his warm cardboard cup. He’d stopped on the way in, desperate for an early caffeine shot. He took a mouthful and swallowed, hoping it would start waking him up soon. His phone buzzed, and he checked it. Just a text from his sister, Erin. He scrolled through the message. Nothing important.
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