“I’m sorry about your grandfather.” His head tilts to the side, still moving in time with the beat. “Why?” My brows pinch in confusion. “Because he’s going to make you get married.” Xander’s eyes twinkle with some unshared secret. “Ah, yes. The Everette tradition. How could I forget about that?” Really, how could he? If it was me, I’d be doing everything I could to find someone before I had to marry.
This is so funny bruh
