Am I Being Dramatic™?

“Yeah I’m sure. I ate before we came.”

He nodded. “More for me, then,” he chuckled. “How is everyone?”

Graysons smile faltered a bit “Dylan, i, um-”

He frowned, nodding. “.. Right. No, yeah. Sorry.”

“No thanks, I’m not hungry.” Olivia said, moving to sit next to him. 

“You sure? Being a mom makes people hungry, at least that’s what my mom says.”

“Okay sorry? You can just warm it up.” 

“Then I’ll burn the bread,” Dylan sighed. “It’s fine. I’ll eat it like this.” He motioned for her to sit. “Do you want one?”

“Then go back to making it.” 

“Well, I had to open the door and now my cheese is cold, Liv.”

He nodded “We shall”

Dylan held out his hand. “To hot chocolate and coffee,” he smiled.

“That sounds like a good idea” he nodded

“Then.. shall we?”

“And I like spending time with you” he smirked “also I do love hot chocolate.”

“So, maybe we can get coffee and hot chocolate..”

“Is there something we both like?”

“Well, I like spending time with you,” he shrugged. “And you like hot chocolate.”

“No, I hate coffee- but you dont”

“Why in the world would we do something only I like?” he asked. “When we can do something... we both like?”

“Oh of course it is, my bad” she laughed

“See. You haven’t seen me in so long that you forgot.”

“It doesnt matter if you’re ready if im not ready”

“Yes, yes it does, Al,” he said. “Me being ready is like, the most important part.”