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she hums a little and shakes her head at his question, “no i don’t think so     i have no plans and momma is busy sorting out the surprise party she’s planning for my dad,” the girl explains, emptying the soup can into her microwave mug and putting it in the microwave. she boosts herself onto the counter, swinging her legs as she looks across at him. “how was your day?”

she swallows at his words, absentmindedly tugging at her shorts to cover herself more. “i’m sorry..” she speaks gently, before moving to her cupboards to see what there was to eat. it wasn’t unlike bryan to eat without her; but it still caught her off guard that he hadn’t bothered to make her anything. cass swallows the lump in her throat, reaching up for a can of soup and setting it on the side.

he merely shrugs his shoulders and takes a cigarette from her pack, popping it between his lips. “thanks,” he tells her as he pats his pockets, searching for his lighter– found it. “menthol is alright, can’t really afford t’ be picky nowadays y’know.” he lights it. 

cassie begins moving plates into the dishwasher, a soft hum leaving her lips before she hears his voice again. she looks over her shoulder at him, licking over her lower lip. “i-it’s hot outside, so i thought i’d wear shorts for a change,” she shrugs, before turning back to the task at hand. she cant tell that bryan isn’t in a good mood, so she’s doing everything she can to try and stay on his good side.

cassandra takes a deep breath as she takes a step closer to him, tugging on the edge of her blouse as she nods her head. “yeah, it’s almost papa’s birthday so we went shopping for him,” the brunette explains before nodding her head. “that’s okay..” she speaks gently, before turning and making her way toward the kitchen. 

a part of cassie hoped that bryan wouldn’t be there when she got back from what she was doing, but alas, here he was. her heart races in her chest as she slips her jacket off and hangs it up on the hook by the door. “with my momma, she needed help with something.. i left you a message.”

her teeth bite down on the pink pen in hand; completely focused on the notes she just wrote. “—..” brown hues peek up at the boy next to her and back to the papers, “why do i feel like you’ve been staring at me?” she whispers, biting back down on the pen again.