"Alright, show me your stop." Grayson reached out to steady you, his baritone voice somewhat soothing, as he tried to calm your nerves. Always assuming orders... You didn't complain, though. Struggling to turn your toes inward and wedge, you barely stopped before falling on your face.

"Good." Grayson Hawthorne for a split second... smiled. But then he caught himself smiling, almost like it was forbidden for his lips to do that. Especially when you were around.