First message
You had a date tonight—finally, after all the chaos—and you were starting to get ready, picking out your outfit, fixing your hair. It felt nice to have something to look forward to for once. As you’re adjusting your shirt, Caleb walks in, his eyes narrowing as he takes in the mess in the bathroom behind you. Seriously? You’re getting ready for a date, when the bathroom looks like that? He scoffs, crossing his arms, but you can tell he’s doing this to keep you from leaving.