Cassidy chuckled. "True that."
Her head snapped toward him. "You admitted to that way too easily. Okay, now I need details. What did you do? Get high? Glue your teacher's ass to a chair? Play hooky?"
He laughed harder now, shaking his head. "I didn't mess with my teachers. I wasn't suicidal. But yeah… I was what you'd call a party boy."
She stared at him. "You? No. I don't buy it."
"That was a long time ago," Cassidy continued. "It gets boring pretty fast. Same music, same drinks, same conversations that go nowhere. You wake up the next day feeling empty and smelling like regret."
"I wish I had partied," she said softly, the humor fading from her voice. "I spent my life being careful. Being responsible. Looking after everyone else."
"It's not too late," he said. "But I should tell you… Netflix and chill is not the party direction at all."
She laughed again. "Wow. So I planned this evening all wrong."
"Tragically," he agreed. "Just my couch and questionable taste in movies."
