They were late.

Grant figured he should have gone straight to the gate, but knowing how Lorenzo was, instead he went straight to the garage. Now, despite his goofiness, Lorenzo was usually punctual. He was usually responsible (well, most of the time) and as a father made sure to set a good example for his daughter. Grant was usually the lazier one; while Lorenzo was often the first to rise and shine, Grant was usually the one getting dragged out of bed. So in a way, the two brothers balanced one another out, each one of their weaknesses covered by the other one's strengths.

Now, if only Grant could get Lorenzo out of that chair.

Despite his waving, knocking on tables, and everything short of grabbing Lorenzo by his collar, Grant's visual warnings were ignored. He would've resorted to just dragging him out, but Lorenzo wouldn't budge, insisting that he was nearly complete. Ever the perfectionist; though Grant kept looking up at the clock. One minute. Two minutes. Three minutes. They were late--and Savayna had little tolerance for being kept waiting.

"[color=darkorange]Keep your panties unbunched, I've done what I have to,[/color]" Lorenzo told him as the unfinished collar would be placed on a soft scarf. He would gently wrap it, securing it in a backpack, and he would finally deem himself ready. The pair finally left, Grant pulling on Lorenzo the entire time, but even as he tried to rush, they ended up arriving five minutes late. "[color=darkorange]Ready to go, Savanna?[/color]" Lorenzo cheerfully greeted Savayna, ignoring Grant's annoyed look.