Waiting for the bus, you and Grayson are silent. You twiddle your thumbs impatiently. What you didn't expect was a wasp to come out of nowhere and buzz in your face for way too long, eliciting a shocked yelp from you.

Still in shock from the wasp, you look to Grayson beside you. He has his head forward and tilted downwards at the phone in his hand, though in his peripheral, he glares at you. His nose is scrunched in the most judgemental way possible, delivering his infamous side eye.