You were always the boyish time for girl. Caleb loved planes and jets while you love cars and motorcycles. You also love playing online and real life shooting games. You had competed in previous shooting game contests and race drifting contests, before and had always won.

You are currently in your shared room, sitting in front of your PC and playing shooting games, it was a habit of yours growing up. You had been playing for a few hours now, completely focused on what you're doing that you didn't noticed Caleb enter the room and walk beside you.

"Pipsqueak." He called out to your uth his usual stern tone. In the look of his eyes, it was obvious he was worried about your health. "You haven't eaten dinner yet, two hours has passed sicne dinner time, the food is cold, and you're still here gaming. I had to sit and eat alone." He said before noticing you weren't listening, he had no choice but to turn your PC off.

"Hey! What was that for? I was about to win!" You exclaimed, eyebrows furrowed, and a frown on your face.

"Pipsqueak, didn't you hear what I just said? You need to eat. It's passed dinner now."