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“Hey… Llulah…”
The voice sounded far away. As if spoken through water.
“Hmm..?” Tallulah hummed, becoming more aware of her body from the way her voice caught in her throat.
“Sleep well?” It was Pomme, Tallulah could now discern. Her voice was cheery, a hint of a giggle lacing her tone.
Slowly coming to, Tallulah started feeling less than stellar. She remembered her surroundings now, back aching from sleeping in a chair, bent over a desk. She could feel itchy marks on her cheek, head laid down on her beanie for probably the entire duration of her nap. Her arm was asleep.
Tallulah lifted her head. She squinted against the late evening sun, vision clouding over orange. She groaned, wringing out her arms before she brought them up to rub her eyes,
“What time is it?” Tallulah muttered, barely. Her throat was awfully dry.
“Seven forty or so.” Something thudded against the desk and Tallulah took a peek to see Pomme’s water bottle. “You weren’t there for band practice. We figured we’d find you here.”
“Oh… I’m so sorry.” Tallulah took the bottle, sighing as the water soothed her vocal chords.
“It’s okay. We messed around with the new song a bit, but ultimately did nothing.” Pomme took the water bottle when Tallulah was done, reaching back blindly to slide it into the side of her backpack. “The guys are outside. We figured we may as well go commit some vandalism while creativity is low. Wanna join?”
“Ah… I dunno.” Tallulah closed the notebook she’d been writing in before she fell asleep. “Where to? I don’t feel up for a long trip today.”
“Tram ride to water wheels, then down the dirt road to the old mill. We've got a few paint cans.” Pomme leaned against the back of Tallulah’s chair, wobbling it as she leaned her weight on it and kicked her feet up in the air. “And I made new stickers. Might commit vandalism on the way.”
“Ah, well. I have the manual chair today.” Tallulah still felt a bit drowsy, scrunching her face at the static her beanie created when she pulled it over her head. “If I had the motor one, maybe I'd consider.”
Pomme let go of her chair, bent down and picked a pencil off the floor. “Alright. Richas is heading home actually, would you want him to accompany you?”
Tallulah looked outside at the yard of the library. The streets were calm as usual, garden lights already turned on, streetlamps still dark. The sun was casting long shadows onto the window panes.
“I think so, yeah. I thought he’d be the main guy for the job, what’s up with that?”
“Cellbit has Roier over, they’re gonna try out baking again. They invited Richas to stay the night and spend tomorrow wrecking the kitchen.” Pomme leaned against the bookshelf behind Tallulah, patiently waiting for her to get ready.
“Ah, I see. Okay.”
Tallulah packed her belongings into her backpack and extended her arms above her head in a big stretch. One of her shoulders popped and tingles ran down her right leg.
She put her backpack on and swiveled around to face Pomme, accidentally knocking her footrest against the chair next to her. Pomme giggled and straightened the chair, listening to Tallulah mutter "wake up, wake up" while patting her cheeks. Together they returned Tallulah's borrowed books and left the library. When they emerged from the community centre, Tallulah could see the gang hanging out at the little gazebo just beyond the porch of the building.
“Oi, everyone! Ready to go!” Pomme yelled, waving them over.
They took their time coming over, chatting animatedly amongst themselves. Tallulah took the time to store her backpack under her seat, smiling when a hand landed on her head gently.
“You going with them or going home?” Richarlyson asked, rubbing her head like he always did just to skew her beanie and piss her off.
“Going home. Pomme said you’re going too?” Tallulah smacked his hand away, straightening her hat.
“Yep! Taking the bus or walking?”
“Bus. I’m tired.”
“Spent all day studying again?” Leo asked from where she stood, turned away from the conversation she and Pomme were having.
“Yeah. Fell asleep.” Tallulah shrugged, a little bashful about it. “Sorry for missing practice.”
“It’s alright. We know school’s been much lately.”
“Yeah…”
“Do you need help with samples? We can collect some on our way to the waterwheels.” Pomme piped up.
“Oh, thank you! I do, actually, if you manage to identify them,” Tallulah swung her backpack around, quickly pulling out her notebook and a few ziplock baggies. “They might be quite tricky. There’s two types of lichen that look very similar, and I need both for comparison. I’m sure if you just grab whatever you’re bound to get both.”
She placed the baggies in between the pages that described the species and handed the notebook to Pomme. Pomme handed it off to Leo and turned around, letting Leo unzip her bag and put the notebook in.
“We’ll do our best!”
“Thank you! Try not to squish them though.”
"We would never!"
“You guys have a safe trip home,” Leo said, smile as warm as always as she looked at Tallulah and then to Richarlyson. “We’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Yep! See you.” Richarlyson saluted lazily.
“Goodbye! Love you!” Tallulah waved, pushing her chair in the direction of the bus stop with her other hand.
“Love you too, Llulah!” Pomme waved aggressively, walking backwards. Leo was calmer about it, as she was too busy watching where their friend was stepping as they took the road the other way.
“Where are you going today?” Richarlyson asked, falling in stride next to Tallulah.
“Depends. I'll check if Chayanne's answered me yet. If he's at home, I'll go to his.”
Richarlyson shrugged. “We can always just stop by and check. Bit of a detour, but not too much, yeah?”
“I guess. Can you check the 11th’s schedule?” Tallulah asked, parking next to the bus stop bench and pulling out her phone.
Richarlyson slumped down next to her and pulled out his own phone. Tallulah squinted at the screen brightness even from where she was, giggling at Richarlyson’s annoyed hiss.
She opened the messages and saw a few in the uni group chat, a few individual ones from her course mates and a single meme from her papi. She giggled about it, but quickly grew annoyed when she opened Chayanne's chat to see he hadn't even read her text.
She groaned, bringing her fist down not too lightly against the wheelchair armrest.
"That's a no then?"
Tallulah turned her head in attention to see Richarlyson looking at her with a slight sneer.
"Yeah." She grumbled, putting her phone away.
"That sucks. Maybe we should go smoke bomb the fedhouse to get his attention?"
"That will get more than just his attention," Tallulah sighed, resting her chin in her hands. "Your dads won't appreciate another talk with the police, will they?"
Richarlyson shrugged. "They don't have to know."
Tallulah glared at him unamusedly. "You know you can't hide anything from Mike."
"No," Richarlyson looked dramatically off into the distance. "But a boy can try."
Talulah rolled her eyes through a giggle, turning her attention to the street while Richarlyson continued scrolling the bus schedules.
A few cars were lazily rolling by, people jogging, walking their dogs, walking with friends. She watched the street lamps turn on, the lights from the community building behind them turn off.
"We're still going to Phil and Missa's?" Richarlyson asked.
"Maybe. I'd like to say hi, I think."
“Alright. Then there's one 11th at eight, next one's at thirty past.” Richarlyson said from beside her, pulling her attention back to him.
“Okay, thanks. Lemme think.”
Richarlyson stashed away his phone and slid down the bench, stretching his legs out and resting his head against the backrest. He didn’t have much time to lay around, though, and Tallulah didn’t do much thinking because the bus on route to Sinfonia-Minecraft’s house appeared around the curve of the road.
“What will it be then?” Richarlyson asked. “Think fast.”
“Uhh…” A wave of anxiety crashed over Tallulah, hands going numb and thoughts suddenly jumbling. The bus pulled over and the doors opened. Tallulah's brain fully stopped with it, and in a rush she chose.
“Sure! Let’s go!”
Richarlyson sprung upright and boarded, Tallulah following closely behind.
He flipped down one of the foldable seats in the handicapped zone, taking a seat and Tallulah situated herself opposite him into the dedicated spot, shaking hands barely manoeuvring the wheels accordingly.
Tallulah huffed a heavy breath as she buckled her seatbelt, pulling on it to ground herself in the pressure across her lap and chest. The bus started moving, another wave of spiky nerves travelling through her at the way her wheelchair rolled slightly.
She flailed as she engaged the brake and felt her cheeks burn, eyes darting around to assess the other passengers. One granny reading a book, a school kid using the benches as a bed and a guy scrolling on his phone.
Alright. Quick scare, quick recovery. Everything’s fine.
Richarlyson was on his phone again but Tallulah could tell he was splitting his attention between his screen and her. The granny cleared her throat. Suddenly reminded of her fumble, hame settled in Tallulah's tummy. As soon as she recognised the feeling of dread, she switched gears.
She manoeuvred her backpack off and around herself, taking out her water bottle, a clicker and journal. She took a slow sip of water, focusing on the cold metal in her hands. She pressed the bottle against her cheek then, picking the clicker up and pressing the buttons a few times, closing her eyes. She focused on the sound of clicks, the sharp sting of cold metal on hot skin and how nicely the button shifted under her thumb.
It didn’t take long for her heart rate to slow, and her hands stopped tingling with agitated nerves. She opened her eyes and met Richarlyson’s gaze across the small gap between them.
She managed a small smile and nodded, receiving a small nod back before he turned his attention back to his phone screen.
Tallulah packed her bottle away, but kept the clicker and the journal in her lap, just holding onto it. She pushed her feet out, bumping them into Richarlyson’s, and he returned the gesture, adjusting his feet so his sneakers bumped against Tallulah’s shoes. She wasn’t even worried what his dirty soles would do to the fabric of her delicate ribbons, she was happy about the contact.
The ride was mostly silent, and quite long. Phil and Missa lived on the far end of the city, in an area where houses were a bit more scattered. It was about a twenty minute drive, but the scenery was so familiar already, it never really felt that long when Tallulah busied herself with following the landmarks.
Richarlyson would've usually gotten out a few stops before Tallulah did, since he lived further down east. There was a time Tallulah felt guilty about him taking the whole way to her place to accompany her, but after long and painstaking conversations they established that Richarlyson could do whatever he wanted, forever. Same applied to the rest of her friends. And she'd be infinitely grateful if that also didn't prompt a sea of "obviously", "it's because we want to" and "bold of you to assume I visit for something other than your pets". So she continued to be grateful quietly, to herself.
Occupied with her thoughts, she was startled when Richas stood and pressed the stop button at the door. Surely enough, next stop was theirs. Tallulah gathered herself, stashed away her belongings and unbuckled the seatbelt, waiting for the bus to come to a stop before she disengaged her brakes.
They got off and began the walk through the neighbourhood. The sun had set already and only the low solar powered lamps illuminated the sidewalks. Tallulah watched the spinning shadows her wheels cast, confident in relying on Richarlyson to keep her on the right path.
A dog barked somewhere, the reply of two or three more echoing through the air. One of them must be Sinfonia-Minecraft’s. Cricket songs filled the empty spaces between the dog conversations and Tallulah noticed a very quiet squeak coming from her left wheel.
Oh no. This cannot be allowed. She made a mental note of asking for oil when they meet Phil. She started counting the species of trees they passed, lest she become agitated with the horrible discovery.
A few more turns away they arrived at their destination. The window at the front was illuminated, slightly cracked and a wonderful smell was coming from inside the house. Richarlyson opened the gate, closing it behind them while Tallulah pressed the doorbell, focusing more on the squish of the button than the nervousness churning in her gut.
She cringed at the sound of the chime, thankful she wasn’t on the inside at the moment. Richarlyson’s hand landed on her shoulder firmly and she reached up to hold onto it as they waited.
The door opened to reveal Missa, already smiling, but his face positively lit up when he saw the two of them.
“Oh, hi! Lovely seeing you!” He left the door open and backed up. “Come in, come in.”
“Tallulah and Richarlyson are here!” Missa said, leaned through the doorway to the kitchen, then disappeared through the door opposite to it, soon coming back with another wheelchair.
Phil was always insistent Tallulah didn't have to bother switching, but she would rather die than bring dirty wheels into the house. It was easier convincing him when they got a smaller wheelchair for the indoors - easier to maneuver around furniture and through doors. She switched the seats, letting Richarlyson take her outside wheelchair to the farther corner of the porch while she began untying her shoes.
“Come into the kitchen, we were just eating,” Missa said, now halfway through the kitchen door. “I’ll prepare your plates.”
Richarlyson entered and closed the door behind himself, kicking his sneakers off and very unlike him taking the time to arrange them neatly. Tallulah felt pride swell in her chest, now that her and Pomme’s insistent nagging was finally proving fruitful.
Richarlyson entered the kitchen first and Tallulah followed, immediately becoming overwhelmed by warmth the sight before her brought. Phil was wearing Tallulah’s least favourite sweater, the silly little racoons on it seeming to wiggle and dance as the fabric folded when he raised his hand to wave at them. Missa was piling oven baked potatoes and fried pork on two plates generously, hair tied back with a band Tallulah recognised as one of her own. The one she had when she was five and obsessed with flowery, beaded hair accessories. She was surprised one was usable enough, even the whole two smiling plastic flowers were still attached.
The new table cloth they got last week was shorter, clearly courtesy of Chayanne judging by the choppy edge. The boy hated it touching his legs. Avocado was curled up on one of the seats, ignoring the newcomers' presence completely. Missa asked them what they’d prefer to drink, hands already reaching into the kitchen cupboard over the sink.
And there was no Chayanne.
“Juice?” Tallulah said, a bit unsure.
“Coffee.” Richarlyson answered, very sure.
“We have pomegranate and apple juice,” Missa said, retrieving a glass and a mug, closing the cupboard. “Maybe orange. I’ll check.”
“Apple will be good, thank you.” Tallulah said, rolling up to the empty spot next to Phil. Richarlyson brought over the new plates, taking the seat next to Missa's chair, leaving Avocado undisturbed next to Tallulah.
“It’s good seeing you two,” Phil smiled, setting his fork aside. “What prompted the visit?”
“Wanted to see Chayanne.” Tallulah answered, a bit bleakly. She was hoping he was just holed up in his room, though she doubted it. He never missed family meal time if he was in the house.
“We’d like to see him too,” Phil snickered, snicker growing into a laugh when he met Tallulah’s unimpressed gaze.
“He’s not been home since before we woke up,” Missa sighed, placing a glass of apple juice in front of Tallulah. “He said he’ll be out on a mission tonight.”
“I sure hope it’s a contractual one.” Phil grumbled. “If they skimp on his pay again I will become less civil than last time.”
“I’m sure it’s fine!” Missa jumped in quickly, working the teapot at the kitchen counter. “Chayanne seemed excited about it too. He knows what he’s doing.”
Phil sighed. “Yeah. Alright.”
Tallulah giggled, watching Richarlyson sigh comically.
“Tough being an anarchist in today’s day and age, eh?” He grumbled, throwing a mischievous glance Phil’s way.
“Way easier than when I was your age, really,”
Phil looked like he was about to continue, but a loud groan from Missa stopped him.
“Yes, yes. Riots, burnings and illegal aid centres, we know,” The man waved a hand around, most of his attention still on the brew in front of him.
“They’re good stories though!” Phil complained, Richarlyson nodding along seriously.
“You can tell them some other time.” Missa giggled, pouring the boiled water into the mug and dropping a spoon in. “It’s catching up time now. How are things?”
Missa placed the mug in front of Richarlyson and sat back down in his seat.
“Very good! We’re going over algaes, lichen and moss right now.” Tallulah piped up. “I sent Pomme and Leo on a scavenger hunt for cladonia lichen, and I need to categorise all of them by type and point out the differences between those and ramalina lichen. I hope they bring me both, they’re not too similar, but some of them can look pretty close.”
Richarlyson had already heard this talk last band practice and he seemed content on eating and spacing out. Missa and Phil, however, were listening intently and even asking questions. They were simple questions, and Tallulah could guess Missa was doing it more to engage than actually learn, but she answered them with glee. As for Phil, Tallulah knew for a fact that he asked questions both to learn something, but especially to just get her going. When Tallulah first went into temporary custody under Phil, she often worried she bothered Phil with her word fountains, but he had shown her again and again that he was just as big of a nerd as she was - even if he wasn’t interested in the subject, he loved seeing other people talk passionately. And Tallulah understood the feeling well.
She could never run out of things to talk about, but she does run out of energy fairly quickly. She already ran breathless as she reached the end of her end-of-the-month project description and had to take time to calm down and rehydrate. Richarlyson gladly took over the talking and updated Chayanne’s parents on his latest project at the Favelas. The mural was coming along steadily, Jaiden was stopping by regularly to hang out and assist, the local arts and crafts store was running out of white spray paint. Missa engaged in this conversation more than Phil and Tallulah giggled to herself about the divide.
The food was soon finished and the clock struck midnight. Initially Tallulah said her goodbyes together with Richarlyson, but as she was wrapping the ribbons around her legs, she reconsidered.
The parents were in the hallway with them, chatting quietly between themselves while the kids got ready. Richarlyson stood up first, slinging his backpack onto his back.
“It was a pleasure. Say hi to your dads for us.” Phil said, bringing him into a hug.
“I will. If I remember.”
Phil chuckled. “Alright. Are you even gonna see Forever anytime soon?”
Richarlyson shrugged. “Not sure. I can go bang on his firm’s door though.”
“If you do, tell him we miss him,” Missa interjected, smiling dejectedly. “It’s been a while.”
“Yeah, Pac and Mike have been pestering him, though it seems a kidnapping would be more effective at this point.”
They all laughed. Tallulah looked down at her half-finished shoe, the other still sitting near the wall, ribbon neatly coiled up and tucked inside.
“Tallulah?”
She looked up. All three of them were looking at her.
“I think I wanna stay.” She said, letting the ribbons unwind on their own, lifting her foot out of the shoe.
“Oh, of course!” Phil clapped his hands together excitedly. “We were gonna watch a movie but couldn’t decide on what to watch. You can help!”
Tallulah chuckled and pulled Richarlyson in for a hug.
“Alright. See you tomorrow,” Richas hugged back, enveloping Tallulah completely and rocking them side to side. “If you see Chayanne give him a good whack from me.”
“Will do!”
They said goodbye to Richarlyson and while Tallulah and Missa were deciding on a movie to watch, Phil cleared the table. Tallulah messaged Wilbur about the change of plans and received a single thumbs up in reply. She giggled, leaving her phone on the TV table and joined Missa on the couch.
Phil came in a little while later and took a seat on Tallulah’s free side. She sunk back into the cushions, leaning her shoulder comfortably against Phil’s. As the opening credits started rolling on screen, she remembered to check for any muscles that might be tensed unnecessarily and made sure to relax them. It was always the damn jaw clenching.
Tallulah had seen most movies this house had to offer. Occasionally Dapper or Ramon dolled out some new hot hit they’d burned onto dvd’s, meaning they ended up on these very shelves, and Phil was quite the collector himself, never passing an opportunity to visit the cd store or browse online for obscure action-packed anime that somehow weren’t corny. There was a shelf dedicated to the kids’ favourites, a shelf for family music endeavours, a shelf for games and everything else was always neatly organised. Well, if Phil had a say about it anyway.
Missa had presented Tallulah with a few movies that joined their shelves recently. Mostly animated movies from indie authors. They all seemed intriguing, but since the choice was left up to her, she chose the one with the brightly coloured case. The only one with case art, really.
And she thought her choice was impeccable. They were all absorbed in the plot immediately. And the colours were pretty.
During a key scene, where the music was swelling and the plot unravelled, Tallulah thought she hallucinated the click of a lock and jiggle of a doorknob. Neither man next to her seemed to notice and she was about to settle back down, but there followed an unmistakable thud against wood and then a thud as something heavy was dropped.
“Oh my god,” Phil muttered, and Tallulah was already on her feet, rushing into the hallway.
“CHAYANNE!”
The boy jumped, staring at her through the half-dark like a frightened animal. Or maybe a criminal caught in the act.
Tallulah threw herself around Chayanne’s neck, squealing in delight.
“Tallulah? You're here?” Chayanne hugged back, supporting her weight just barely before finding stable ground.
“Not even a hello? How are you, I missed you so much dear sister?” She was sure she was yelling, but it was more important at the moment that she lean back just enough to stare him down.
“No- I mean… Hi.” He huffed, dropping his head on her shoulder. “Hey.”
Tallulah squeezed him, laying her head on his shoulder as well. God, he smelled like a sterile office building.
Phil and Missa appeared in the hallway, Phil holding Tallulah’s crutches that he must've grabbed from the corner of the room, but he passed them over to Missa just so he could press his fists into his hips and join in staring Chayanne down.
“Hey dad, papa,” Chayanne chuckled unsurely. “Surprise?”
“What happened to your mission, hm?” Phil said, perhaps a bit comically, but Missa didn’t bother with the teasing and questioning, pushing past his husband.
Tallulah took her crutches, leaning on them lazily, letting Chayanne go just for long enough to let his parents hug him, then purposefully dumped her whole weight in his arms again.
“Richarlyson says hi,” She quipped cheerily, raising a fist and throwing the hardest punch she could manage to Chayanne’s shoulder.
“Ow!” He hissed, readjusting his grip around Tallulah. “Thanks. I’ll be sure to return the sentiment.”
Tallulah giggled, snuggling up to him again as his parents set out to question him.
Got to the next city over, mission cancelled, something, something schedules. Had paperwork for that. Was offered a hotel but Chayanne turned the offer down. Took a taxi. Yeah, they're very expensive this late at night. The night bus would've taken too long.
Chayanne seemed exhausted, barely murmuring the sentences through yawns and huffs. After the answers were gotten, Missa and Phil urged him to get to bed, offering food as well, but Chayanne turned the latter down.
"Can I sleep with you?" Tallulah asked, finally giving the boy a break and standing on her own two feet.
"Of course! I'd love that." Chayanne smiled, and Tallulah could tell he was trying to muster up as much warmth and cheer as possible, but his eyes were bloodshot and the skin around them seemed paper thin. Like he'd been chewed up, Tallulah thought.
"Do you want to get the futon out, or will you share a bed?" Phil asked.
"Share," Chayanne said through another yawn.
"Alright. We'll finish the movie and go to sleep too."
Chayanne nodded, patting Phil's shoulder as he passed him, making his way upstairs. Tallulah handed her crutches off to Phil, getting into her wheelchair instead and followed Chayanne.
Chayanne's room was messier than usual, laundry stacked on the bed and desk littered with papers, sticky notes and books, which were slowly invading the floor around it too. Tallulah scrunched her nose at the dust collecting by the wall.
Chayanne didn't even bother with the lights, dropped his bag next to the door and dragged himself over to the bed.
Tallulah would hate it if her things were touched, but she knew Chayanne often needed help tidying up. So when Chayanne sighed and shoved the clothes onto the floor, making room for himself to flop on top of the covers, she nudged them towards the closet, intending to fold them up while her brother unwinded.
"I'll do that in the morning, don't worry about it." Chayanne muttered, face half buried in the mattress as he watched Tallulah take a seat next to the pile on the floor.
"I'm not worried. Are you?" She picked up a T-shirt, staring pointedly at Chayanne.
"Mh. No." He turned his head, muttering into the mattress.
Satisfied, Tallulah busied herself with the pile, humming a little tune to herself.
Either she got through the pile swiftly or Chayanne had been knocked out already, because the boy hadn't moved for the entire duration of her work. When she started putting the clothes into their respective drawers, however, Chayanne stirred at the noise of squeaky drawer wheels.
He was grumbling to himself, standing up and starting to change into pajamas. He dropped Tallulah's pair next to her and went over to the desk, backpack in hand.
Tallulah began changing her clothes and watched Chayanne sort papers, expression pulled into a scowl the whole way through. He moved a stack from the desk to the floor, one from the floor going onto the desk. Each stack got a new addition and Chayanne shoved the desk stack carelessly into a binder, leaving it with some others. Tallulah watched the contents slide out steadily, but Chayanne didn't seem too bothered, turning his backpack upside down and dumping out multiple ziplock bags full of shredded papers.
"What's that?" Tallulah asked, watching Chayanne collect them and put them on his chair.
"Supposed missing documents. There's a chance they're in there. Somewhere."
"Yikes."
Chayanne sighed heavily, throwing her a dejected look. He didn't dwell on it, standing up and walking back over to the bed.
"Whatever. At least they gave me a free day as compensation for the mission getting cancelled." He said, getting under the covers. "I might not even touch them. I'll bring them over to the office and make it a group effort."
"That's smart. Fuck overtime."
Chayanne gave a tired chuckle, lifting the covers, not even keeping his eyes open anymore.
Tallulah crawled under them, snuggling up to Chayanne, who now smelled of old closet varnish. She usually wasn't a fan, but it's infinitely better than the office smell, Tallulah thought as the weight of Chayanne's arm draped over her.
"Thanks. For the clothes." Chayanne mumbled into her hair.
"I would not have let clean laundry be on the floor, Chay."
"I know."
Tallulah did wish he'd try bantering more, but the sigh from him was so incredibly heavy with exhaustion, she decided to leave the catching up part to tomorrow. Even if she was giddy enough to burst out of her skin. It was Chay's free day, and Tallulah was sure her infrastructure professor wouldn't mind her missing a day of classes. She was good at math anyway.
She was sure Chayanne would like spending time with family, so she weighed over some options. Baking, cooking, maybe show Phil and Missa what they'd been doing with Radioegg. Chayanne needed some catching up on it too.
"Hey, Chay?" She whispered, shaking him just slightly.
"Hmm?" The hum was barely audible, and Chayanne didn't even move.
"If I put together those shredded documents, can I read them?"
He huffed out a laugh.
"Yeah, fine. City secrets be damned I guess."
Oh?!
"Oh my god. Can't wait!"