You pull into the driveway, Golden Hour by JVKE now starting to play.

"The piano sounds nice," Grampa commented.

"Yeah," you replied, leaving the car in park but leaving it on. You both stay there for about a minute (after the time stamp 1:16 in the video above) until Grampa finally decided to say something.

"Hey, I think the foods gettin' cold, we should take it in side now."

"Yeah," you say once again, turning the car off and leaving the music to quickly fade away. You noticed the tone of the orange tabby's voice. Is he getting.. kinder? Less agitated with you? Your thoughts were cut off when he opened your car door.

"You seemed lost in thought, so I already took the food in. Cmon, I don't want ya ta starve!" He stated angrily, but you knew he meant well. You both walk side by side to your house. Opening the door, you realize something.

You don't have your keys, but the doors unlocked anyways. "Did you steal my keys?" You questioned Grampa.

"Possibly."

Sighing, you stepped into the house and took your shoes and jacket off. Grampa walked over to the kitchen counter and got your breakfasts out of the paper bag where they were being held.

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You and Grampa were eating in silence. It was boring, yes, but it somehow felt comfortable to you. It wasn't awkward or anything, just, nice.

"So," Grampa started. "This is pretty boring."

"Well you can't really talk while you art eating," you reply jokingly, not trying to seem rude. People always mistake your sarcasm jokes for rude remarks, so you hope that's not the case right now.

"Yea," Grampa chuckles.

He didn't think that was rude?

It surprised you how astonishing it was to have someone actually laugh at your jokes.

He thinks you're funny.

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