#p. cece

While he knew it would be best to wait until tomorrow, Silas couldn’t help but want to show CeCe what he had done that night. Hearing the way she was talking, just knowing how sad she seemed -- it felt like the right thing to do. So, he capped his paints, wiped his hands off, and headed out to his truck, fully planning on making the drive all the way back to Cotton Plant just to come all the way back to Little Rock. It’d be worth it, he knew it would be. 

As he sat in his truck, driving back home, he could feel that small bit of paranoia seeping into him. What if she didn’t like the location? What if it was all too soon? What if -- What if -- So many what ifs. But he turned the volume all the way up on his radio, letting the sounds of his phone playlist take him back home to pick up his best friend. 

He may have broke a law or two, mostly out of excitement. But the more he thought about it -- the more he thought about them building the place together -- it made that paranoia go away. Hopes for the future and things going smoothly. He had already started the renovations himself -- breaking up the old tile floors, priming the walls for painting, and even starting a small mural on one of the walls that would be added to with her designs as well. Things were going to work out.