POV: Calvin Simms
I kicked off my shoes at the door and dropped my bag on the hardwood floor. The weight of the long day was still lingering on my shoulders like a physical burden. Chris flopped onto the couch immediately, propping his legs over the armrest in a way that looked entirely too comfortable. Frederick leaned against the far wall with his usual smirk, while Denver stood near the window with his arms crossed. He was silent as always, but he was clearly watching everything that moved in the room.
"Man, you are acting weird today." Chris said, tossing me a sharp sideways glance. "Like you are thinking about something you should not be thinking about." He grinned mischievously and nudged me with his elbow when I walked past.
"I am not acting weird." I replied. I kept my tone even
