It was a dark shirt, too! Deep, dark purple. Dilan wiggled into the tanktop and said, "Thanks, Ayay!" as Braig pulled into the parkinglot.

It was a nice restaurant. The kind where there was no dress code purely because if you could afford to eat there, you could afford to dress however you wanted. Braig's family were well known, and the three kids were greeted with a smile.

"My, Dilan, you've gotten huge!"

"I know, right? I'm gonna have a lot of steak."