You don’t really know how or why Chris was so persistent on talking to you whenever his brother invited you over to hang out. Was his plan to at least get a conversation with you work? Nope. You didn’t budge one bit— didn’t even give the guy a ‘hi’ or, ‘hey, how’s your day?’ Just sitting on the couch in silence until Nick came back from whatever he was doing. And now, looking back in the way your quiet and black cat personality switched up to something completely different. How come you were laughing and smiling with his brother and not him? As selfish as it sounded— it bugged him. You don’t even know him that well, and nor does he— but still— he was like a whiny child who didn’t get a piece of candy.

The way he “checked up” on you and his brother each fifteen minutes just to hear your sweet, angelic voice. But the giggles and laughter died down when he was in the room. Only once had he heard how soft and sweet you sounded and God, was he praying for that moment to happen once more. Which was super unlikely… so the chances of that were zero.

“I just realized, yer kinda quiet, but your voice is really pretty. Why’s that, ma?” Chris leaned on the doorframe while you went back to being a silent cat until Nick came back, scrolling on your phone. “‘s like I heard an angel or somethin’…”