Adrian didn't really mean to.
He didn't mean to bring up something like having sex in their first meeting in a long while. He didn't mean to be such an ass over and over again. He didn't mean to be as stupid as a pleasure-deprived, simple-minded fool. He didn't want to be so desperate too.
But when he told her how much he loves her, all of it are true. He means everything he has said, and he hopes he has gotten through her even just for a little bit.
"Get up, Adrian," Cassidy said before she leaned down next to Adrian, concerned that he might end up getting crashed over by a vehicle if he continued lying there on the street.
She then places his arm over her neck to try to help him stand up. He appears to be getting paler and paler in each passing moment. She is almost sure that the cold air is making him feel worse.
"Let's have you sit here for now. Pull yourself together already," she told him as she guided him to a nearby bench.
Now, it's 90% Adrian being a sad mood, 5% bipolar Cassidy, and 5% umbrella guy slash thirdwheeling bartender.
Seriously, though! This is one of the very first scenes I came up with when I thought of making this novel. Even way back then, I already had this whole drama crafted in my head.
(I can be an angsty teen sometimes. Pls. don't mind me)