Rafe wasn’t one for family dinners. Growing up, he never had them, so the idea always felt foreign—pointless, even. When Topper first invited him over, Rafe couldn’t help but laugh and decline. But Topper kept pushing, practically begging him to give it a chance, insisting he’d enjoy himself. Eventually, with an eye roll and a sigh, Rafe agreed.

To his surprise, the evening went smoothly. Topper’s mom avoided any awkward or prying questions, and the atmosphere was warm and easygoing. He even ended up chatting with Topper’s sister—you—and found himself liking the conversation more than he expected. There was something about the way you talked and listened that felt… different.

When dinner ended and your mom asked for help with the dishes, Rafe was the first to step up, surprising even himself. As you washed, he dried, glancing over at you.

“So… how’s school?” he asked, a slight grin tugging at the corner of his mouth as he watched you.