"Oh, so cute," Caleb agrees, framing his face and offering a winning smile. It's easier than acknowledging that he's definitely feeling something from Michael — not butterflies, exactly. Smaller and tighter, more... certain? Caleb isn't sure, because he's never felt anything like this before.

But he likes it, a lot.

The server comes up, an older woman who recognizes him from his times here with the team, and she doesn't even pull out her pen and pad.

"Lemme guess, Kiddo," she says, in her cigarette-rough voice. "Basket of fries, extra-large chocolate shake, four hot dogs on toasted buns, and a diet Cola." When Caleb's grin widens, she rolls her eyes. "I dunno where you put it," she says fondly. She looks at Michael and nods her chin at him. "What about you, Squirt?"