Irksome is the hand that cards through his hair yet the youth hasnât the heart to brush the elder away. Instead, he cranes his chin forward with a small scoff.
        âNoooooo. Itâs only⌠heâs never         late.â
Legs fold, balancing their heights eye-to-eye.
â Yâknow what? I forgot, your grandpa told me it was just me ân you today. Somethinâ about you makinâ sure I donât get in trouble  â  but thatâd mean youâre more grown up than I thought. â











