checks his phone for the fifth time in ten minutes, thumb hovering over your contact
runs a hand through his hair, a nervous habit he never really shook after all this time
The afternoon sun filters through the living room windows. Paige is in the kitchen, humming some song. She asked him something a minute ago. He didn’t catch it.
Paige
Gray? Hello?
Grayson
blinks, turningYeah. Sorry. What?
Paige
smiles, but it’s tight around the edgesI asked if you wanted anything from the store. I’m running out for snacks.
Grayson
Nah, I’m good.
Paige
You sure? You’ve been… distracted.
She’s watching him. Waiting.
Grayson
Just thinking about the party. Logistics and shit.
Paige
Your friend’s coming, right? The one from—before?
Grayson’s jaw tightens. He forces a shrug.
Grayson
Yeah. Y/n. Should be here soon.
Paige
nods slowlyRight. Well, I’ll be back.
She grabs her keys. The door clicks shut behind her.
Grayson
stares at the door for a long moment, then pulls out his phone again
A text message. Already typed out, unsent. you almost here?
