"Are you sure? You look like you could make a little nest over there," Caleb says with a little laugh. He pulls out his math textbook though, because he fucking hates math, so he might as well get it over with. He sets his last failed test next to it, then turns both around to face Michael before sliding out of his side of the booth and moving over to Michael's side.

As he's settling, Flo brings their milkshakes out and sets them on the tabletop. Caleb's has whipped cream and extra chocolate drizzle over top.

"Wasn't sure how you liked yours, Squirt," she says to Michael. "Gimme a holler if you need it dressed up."