‍╋━ ‍ ៸៸ ‍ ‍ 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 ‍ 𝔩𝔦𝔬𝔫 ‍ ₘₐₙ.

⠀ “can i ask what we’re doing?” she asks, smile wide———————suddenly very giddy. “or is that a surprise?” she continues. already planning potential outfits; maybe she can even squeeze in a

upon seeing caleb get pushed around , grant rushes over to the attacker ( who’s a good bit taller than him ... but as are most people ... ) & shoves him . “ he won fair and square , asshole . “ another shove ———- which results in

“ but ———- “ at a loss for words , realization setting in that caleb is just going to do whatever he wants . “ whatever . if you’re down fifty after this , i don’t wanna hear shit from you . “ reaching up to pat his shoulder before

watching like an emotionless hawk , and brows raising when he wins the game . “ not too bad . “ grant lowly speaks to himself with an impressed nod when younger brother wins ———- immediately hopping up from his seat when the money is

“ i’m alright . “ he responds , shaking his head . there’s just too much going on for him to really let loose , hence him barley even having a singular sip from his bottle thus far . after all , this pit stop wasn’t for him ———- it

⠀ smiles and rolls her eyes at the compliment———————never one for accepting them. it’s sweet; *𝒉𝒆’𝒔 sweet, and she’s well aware how lucky she is. rolls so frame is facing him, smile

short fingernails pick at the label on his beer bottle , continuing to look down at the glass bottle when caleb speaks . he can’t admit it , but the dream shook him up more than it should’ve . too vivid , too graphic , too much for