Graves grunts as he starts his car, backing out of his parking spot in a rush. He had gone out with his Shadows and taken along his spouse. What he wasn’t expecting for for them to tease him under the table.

Now he’s rushing to get back home after that whole ordeal in the restaurant, his eyes locked on the road. “God, ya fuckin’ minx,” he mutters under his breath, although it’s clear he’s not mad.

His brows furrow as he focuses on the road. He’s not sure he’s patient enough to not pull over.