Ben watched impatiently as Nicole got dressed in front of his bed. Like him, she was an intern at Weis and Carter. At the welcome party the night before, after six Jack-and-Cokes too many, it seemed like a good idea to bring her home. Now, the following morning, he was ready for her to begin the walk of shame out of his apartment. When he first opened his bloodshot eyes, he had forgotten she was there. However, as soon as he flipped over and smelled the ashtray stench in her hair, it hit him like bricks. If that wasn’t bad enough, there was the death grip she held him in with her legs practically locking his body into place. These girls and their grips of death that they called cuddling! He tried to be as loud as possible, moving around and yawning with a loud grandpa yell attached to it. She finally woke up, but she seemed to only want to clamp onto him tighter, which Ben found completely bothersome. He didn’t want to be rude, only because he was about to work with this person on a day–to-day basis and didn’t feel like dealing with any bitchy animosity from her.
