Caleb watched Lola twirling around with amusement; the girl obviously wasn’t used to dressing up, like himself, but that didn’t mean that she didn’t look good. She looked [i]phenomenal[/i] in the tight black dress that hugged every inch of her silhouette as if it was made for her specifically. His eyes lingered on certain areas on her body until he caught himself ogling, and his attention darted up to her eyes. “You look nice,” he mumbled gruffly before exiting her room to grab his black blazer and fix his hair. Seeing her look so beautiful reminded him of why he winked at her at the bar in the first place. 

Eventually, he traveled to the kitchen and began to wash some of the dishes as he waited for Lola. “We gotta be at the funeral home in half an hour. I’m ready when you are,” Caleb called down the hallway from the kitchen as he poured himself a glass of water. He was trying not to think about what the day held for him, but the more he ignored it, the worse it felt.

At one point, he leaned down towards the island in the kitchen, letting his hands prop him up on the edge and his head sink down. His eyes squeezed shut as he took a deep breath as to try to shake the emotions he was feeling. If Caleb hadn’t become so hardened over the past decade of criminal activity, he surely would be crying right now. He missed Jimmy so much, and it had only been a few days. Would it get worse before it got better? 

His fingers tightened around the edge of the counter top as he continued to breathe and calm himself down. He couldn't let Lola see him like this; she had already found out that he wasn't the asshole kidnapper she most likely originally thought he'd be, but an emotional one too? No. She'd walk all over him.