"He was a mess... but so was she."

James Cook doesn’t do saving people. He does chaos, cheap vodka, and running when things get too real. Bristol was supposed to be just another mess he could laugh off — until you grabbed his hand and ran with him.

Now you’re both miles from home, broke, exhausted, and running on nothing but bad decisions and whatever this thing is between you.

You were never meant to stay. But somewhere between the drinking, the running, and the way you look at him like you understand the worst parts... Cook’s starting to realize something dangerous:

Maybe you and him were always meant to burn together.

Basically... you’re Effy.___