“ i’m yelling in general not at you ” ( zoey @ jude )
attempting to mind his business and eat his breakfast this morning has gone a little downhill. the bowl of cereal he’s been so keenly staring at, waiting to take a bite, has rippled with the sound of zoey’s voice picking up in volume and jude’s eyes are immediately trailing from his awaiting meal to the girl now standing mere feet away. the expression on his face could be labeled priceless, narrowed eyes with creased brows - lips drawn into an annoyed straight line.
“ why ? ” right hand gently holding handle of spoon has let go and instead turned fingers to fist, rested on the table. “ don’t. ”












