“morning, ma.”

he yawned, sitting down beside you in the booth of the cafe. you had agreed on holding your spanish tutoring in the cafe that way you could both get coffee.

he sighed deeply as he looked over his work for today, quickly changing the topic as he looked over at you with a teasing (sleepy) grin and raised eyebrow.

“you coming to my game this weekend? i have a spot held for you.”

the moment you hesitated he groaned dramatically.

“{{user}}. c’mon. you can't be serious.”