Caleb rolled his eyes at her questions before walking past her to exit the apartment. “Don’t worry. Soon you’ll be back in your bed, texting your friends about boys and class, going to bed at 11:00.” He looked back to her with a satisfied grin as they walked down the hallway. He was starting to find it funny how easily ruffled she got from teasing. It was almost like he was with his little sister.

“We’re going to the bank first,” he began, climbing into the driver’s seat of the trunk, “and then you can pick what you want for dinner. Nothing crazy,” he mumbled the last sentence as he side-eyed her. 

They pulled up to the ATM outside of a large bank, and Caleb pulled out the folded stack of cash and worked the rubber band off of it before making the deposit. It had just gotten dark outside, making the illuminated screen in front of him much brighter than usual. After stuffing the cash in the slot, he looked back to her. “Should the light from the screen hurt my eyes this much? I feel like I need fuckin’ sunglasses right now.” It had been a long time since he had been hit that hard, mostly due to his ranking in the crew. He usually never had to do the dirty work. And now he wouldn’t for a while, based on how badly his head was hurting currently.

After getting his receipt, they got back out on the main road with the older truck rumbling furiously beneath them. “So, what is it, huh? Italian, Chinese?”