#c:caleb

“Okay, okay, I’m sold, you don’t have to show me a third time,” Lettie said with a small laugh. “Why haven’t you thrown that into a dance yet?”

With her coat folded over her arm and purse slung haphazardly over her shoulder, Xyla exited the restaurant and onto the busy street. Cars whizzed by, and she strained to find his car; Caleb's car. It was a foolish decision to decline rides from other party guests and the host herself. However, Xy wasn't ready for the night to end. And if Caleb had anything to do with it, she was sure it was just getting started.

Spotting his car in the distance, Xyla strode towards him and pulled the door open. "You couldn't have parked closer?" She snarked. @cxstlaviee​

“And we’ve barely talked since,” Kinsey said, finally finishing her story about PJ. She took a bite of her soft pretzel from one of the vendors and then sighed. “Was it like something I said? Honestly, I have no clue what the heck I did.”

Xyla was currently on step five as she stood in the busy coffee shop, her bag slung over her shoulder, eyes watching carefully as baristas worked diligently to create foam leaves on lattes. Before long she heard her order, but as she stepped up to reach for it, another hand beat her. “I’m pretty sure the said it’s an Americano for Xyla,” she called out bitterly. “And unless you’re the first person I’ve met in my whole 27 years with the same name as me, you have my drink.” @calebimitchell​