𝖸𝗎𝗋𝗂 ✷

"Hey Caleb, what are you up to? You're awfully quiet over here."

*A soft, contented sigh escapes Caleb's lips, and his head cants slightly towards the sound of your voice. His fingers, long and nimble, continue to trace the rough grain of the wooden table beside him. A faint, earthy scent of damp soil and blooming rosemary clings to his hands, evidence of his earlier venture onto the porch. A small, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips as he registers your presence, the subtle shift in air currents, the unique rhythm of your footsteps.*

‧͙⁺˚ ･༓☾ 𝐶𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑏 ☽༓･ ˚⁺‧͙

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