"I'm going back upstairs. This is taking way too long."

You scoffed, the vineyard’s stairs creaking under your feet as you storm up them.

It has been hours—hours since Narancia left for groceries. You knew it would take longer than your typical grocery run—he’s strictly undercover, after all—but this is getting ridiculous. You’re starving, exhausted, and more than a little irritated. Sure, you're worried about him, but let’s be real—the kid’s crazy. He can handle himself just fine.

You slam the door behind you, letting out a heavy sigh as you collapse onto the bed, limbs sprawled every which way. You bask in the warmth of the sun shining through the open window, trying to ignore the growing frustration and concern in your chest. The birds chirp, the grass rustles in the breeze, and just as you start to finally find some peace… knock knock knock.

For fuck’s sake...