His guitar strapped to his back (like always) and his arms full off breakfast and drinks Cassidy arrived to Sandy's door. For a moment he wondered if she'd even be inside. He knew she was having issues with being moved Handlers, which Frankie had jumped on. So maybe she'd slept with Cal or Scotty or someone else. That nagging jealousy struck again and he wrinkled his nose in frustration, why was he feeling that way? It was annoying. As he looked at her door he realized he didn't have any free hands and closed his eyes. "[Hotshot? Are you in there? I brought breakfast treats.]" He thought, hoping she was listening.
Cassidy tried to shift his load, but stopped when he realized he was gonna spill the hot coffee if he tried. Ruining his light grey tee shirt wasn't his worry, it was the hot coffee. Also getting Jeans wet was never fun, always made them difficult to take off. As he waited, he hoped she was up for hearing his song, maybe talking. He just needed to know they were okay. The thought of her being upset at him just tore at his insides.