wanna keep you here

"So you like own this whole club?" The pretty blonde smiled at me and I laughed as I shook my head.
"No I'm just an investor." I replied, motioning to the bartender for another drink.
"So you're rich then?" She asked and I laughed again and shrugged.
"I'm not struggling." I admitted.


"You're really hot." She took a step closer to me and I smirked.
"Thanks." The girl was cute in a I used to be a cheerleader in high school and never got over it kind of way, perfect for how I was feeling tonight. I wasn't going to lie when my friend Scott asked me to come to the opening of the club I'd helped him open I was hoping to not go home alone. It has been at least a month since I'd had sex and I could only sit around pining after Tara for so long before it became pathetic. Actually it already was pathetic. Fortunately this girl didn't remind me of Tara in the least bit and her lips were what a man dreamed about.
"This is the part where you tell me how beautiful I am." She teased and instantly I was back on my vineyard at the wedding hearing me tell Tara that very thing. "Hello..." The girl asked.
"Sorry I was trying to come up with a better line than just you're beautiful." I recovered quickly and reached out to push her hair out of her face.
"I got a little distracted." I said softly. She didn't need to know it wasn't her who was distracting me.
"Mmm I don't really think you need a line." She smiled seductively.
"Caleb?" I turned my head to find Tara walking up to the bar and almost passed out as I took in the slinky black dress that was hugging every curve.
"Tara." I widened my eyes. "Hi."
"What are you doing here?" She asked. "This place doesn't really strike me as your type." I laughed because really it wasn't, it was a little too trendy, but Scott's other two clubs were super successful and he wanted to use my wines here to get different clientele.
"He owns it." The blonde said, staring down Tara with a glare. "And we were just leaving."
"You own what?" She blinked, taking a second to look at the girl and then back at me.
"I invested in this club." I replied, shrugging because though I knew it impressed girls like...oh damn I didn't remember her name...either way I didn't think it would impress Tara.
"Seriously?" She looked around and then took a seat at the bar stool, her dress inching up her thigh so much the guy next to her started staring. I couldn't really blame him.
"Um yeah. What are you doing here?"
"I got stood up and the guy at the door said I could get wasted here." She replied then looked at me for a moment. "You look different." I looked down at my white tee shirt and blue jeans, not exactly work attire but even though she might think so I wasn't always serious. "You can go if you want."
"What?" I blinked, wondering what she was talking about.
"Forget it." The blonde, who I had actually forgotten for a moment stomped off. I sighed.
"Well there goes my chance to get laid tonight." I smirked at Tara, only half kidding. Tara laughed.
"Come on you could to better than that."
"She was cute." I shrugged. "You..I mean..fu.ck Tara that dress is lethal." I said finally, tearing my eyes away from her cleavage. Now it was her turn to sigh.
"If only he'd seen it. I need alcohol please!!" She shouted to the bartender.
"I'm sorry..." I trailed off, not knowing really how to respond to that.
"It's okay, it's not your fault." she just shrugged it off as she glared at the bartender until he took his eyes from her cleavage to her face. "Vodka redbull please."
"Yuck!" It was telling, I usually took her to be a wine or beer drinker, ordering something that awful said something. Tara took a deep breath before talking again.
"You can go back to that girl...or any other girl you want. I don't want to ruin your night." she said softly, looking up at me.
"You could never ruin my night." I shook my head. If anything she made my day, no matter how much I knew I couldn't have her the way I wanted.
"But your night would be better if you got laid. So just go and have fun." I narrowed my eyes, something about the way she was speaking told me she would rather I hung around, and let's be honest, I wasn't going to be able to pay attention to anyone else with her in the room.
"But I don't want to leave you alone here, not when you're planning on getting drunk." I said eventually.
"I'm a big girl Caleb, I don't need a babysitter." she teased, all her walls firmly in place. "Beside that I'm waiting for a friend, she's always the life of the party and everytime she asks me out I say no to stay home with John...more like to stay home waiting for John who doesn't usually show up until I'm asleep." she just rolled her eyes and I winced, hating that he was making her sad.
"I can stay with you until your friend join you." I suggested, knowing there wasn't a good way to do this. If I left her alone I'd feel guilty. If I stayed here I'd have to spend more time looking at her in that dress and that would also probably make me feel guilty. Either way I was screwed.
"Okay." she finally nodded and seemed a little relieved. "When she gets here I can introduce you two and you can hit on her, hopefully I'll be tipsy enough to feel the need to go home."
"I'm not going to hit on your friend." I said seriously. Is that what she thought? I'd just pick up any woman who walked along?
"Why not? I swear she's super hot."
"Because I don't go around picking up my friends friends and leaving them when theyre clearly having a bad night." I replied, trying not to sound as offended as I felt.
"Oh god, Caleb I don't think you do." She rolled her eyes. "But Kayley is perfect for you anyways, I should have asked you to meet her a long time ago."
"No thanks." I sat down next to her and ordered a scotch on the rocks.
"I thought you wanted to get laid." She took a long drink of her cocktail and turned to me with a silly grin on her face.
"I was kidding Tara. Besides, no matter how hot she is I'll never notice with you sitting there in that dress." I added. Apparently I had already drank too much tonight.
"Oh stop that." She shook her head. "You don't need to say that."
"Need to say that? Come on Tara you know you look fu.cking stunning tonight. I'm not just saying it."
"Thanks." She sighed.
"I'm sorry about John." I said again. "Do you want me to go kick his as.s?" I smirked and watched as the corner of her mouth turned up a little.
"Kind of." She shrugged.
"Do you want to dance?" I asked, hating the little pout on her face. She looked up at me.
"Do you dance?" she asked, looking surprised.
"Everyone can dance." I replied, taking another sip of my drink.
"Maybe. Let me finish my drink." she sighed into the cup and I reached out and grabbed her hand.
"You can talk to me if you want."
"I know I can." she smiled. But I don't want to." I wasn't one to argue with that, I didn't really enjoy talking about my feelings either. So instead I squeezed her hand and hoped I was doing something that could help. But still....I felt like she needed to talk too.
"Why? Don't you trust me." she shook her head quickly.
"No it's not that." she said as she bit down on her lip.
"I'm not going to tell anything to John, I know better than getting between the two of you." I watched as she took a few more sips of her drink.
"I know that too. Only I feel like it's not fair, I can't talk bad about your cousin." she reasoned out loud.
"It's not like he doesn't deserve it." He deserved a good kick in the ass for taking Tara for granted.
"I just want to think about it tonight." she said with a final tone, shaking her head stubbornly before downing the rest of her drink and then smirking back at me and squeezing my hand. "Can you get me a drink?" she asked, leaning in and letting me smell the sweet scent of her hair. "If you do, I'll dance with you."
"Okay." I nodded and called out for the bartender to get us refills. I hated seeing her like this. Her eyes looked closed off and she wasn't talking with her hands like she usually did. She seemed....resigned.
"What's up?" She asked, squeezing my hand again.
"I'm wondering if this is what Selene looked like whenever I stood her up." I admitted weakly, wincing since I was pissed at John for leaving his girl alone when I had done the same thing more than once.
"I'm sure it was." She shrugged.
"And this is why I no longer date." I said resolutley.
"No you just invest in trendy clubs to pick up 20 year old blondes." She replied so fast it took me a second to realize she was just teasing me.
"She was older than 20." I rolled my eyes as I sipped my scotch while she gulped her vodka. "Slow down I don't want to carry you home." I teased back and she shrugged.
"If I'm passed out when I'm home then John won't have to deal with me so." She shrugged and reached for her drink again but I grabbed it.
"I'm not going to let you drink that much." I said seriously. "You can have three drinks. Tops."
"Oh. You're my friend and my father now?" She questioned.
"You don't want to be hungover at work tomorrow." I shrugged even though I was being a tad bit over protective. If she wanted to get drunk who was I to say no?
"Come on lets dance." she grabbed my hands and pulled me onto the floor.
"Dear god you're already drunk." I teased as she tripped over her heel on her way to the area where all the people were dry humping to over produced loud music.
"Oops." She smiled at me and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Are you sure you don't want to sleep with my friend?" She asked as she tilted her head to the side and I focused on keeping my hands in a spot that didn't remotely feel her up.
"How do you know she'd want to sleep with me?" She scoffed.
"Please. You're handsome and I'm assuming you're good in bed." She shrugged.
"Maybe I'm not." I smirked. "Maybe I'm good looking enough that I can just lie there and let the girl do all the work." I joked and she bit down on her lip as she looked up at me.
"Maybe you are." She said finally, pressing her hips against mine as she swayed to the music and I was tipsy enough at this point to not care that my hands were moving from right above her hips to dangerously close to her a.ss.
"I don't want to sleep with your friend." I said finally. "I just want to make sure you get home okay."
"I will." Tara rolled her eyes then turned in my arms, clearly focusing on the music, while I tried to do the same and not focus on her perfect body pressed up against mine.
"You have a great sense of rhythm." I said softly, and the way she was swaying made my mouth hit her ear and my hands tightened against her hips. Damn. She turned her head slightly, just enough to look into my eyes.
"Thank you. You're good too." I laughed, since I was barely holding it together I was surprised I was moving at all.
"I can't compare."
"No you can't because I went to dance classes my whole life." she smirked at me as I moved my and around her waist and her hand dropped onto my arm.
"I didn't know." It didn't surprise me though, she moved with a grace that seemed almost effortless, and although I'm sure some of that was natural it was clear now that she'd had some kind of training.
"You should come with me sometimes." she suggested. "I'm still looking for someone to dance tango with."
"I don't think it's be a good idea, I'd be a disaster." I said honestly and she turned to face me again, her hands sliding up my arms and settling them against my shoulders.
"You're just like John, he always says no too." she teased and I instantly made a face.
"I'm not like John."
"Come with me. It'd be fun! You can't always be serious...you need to loosen up." Tara grinned, and then bit down on her lip. "And I can't start that class without a partner."
"No, you're not going to trick me into that." I shook my head as she hooked her hands behind my neck.
"Please? Just once." she pouted a little and it was hard to do anything much less say no.
"You're a bad influence on me." I laughed. She grinned and ran her hands down my chest before doing a little dance by herself, which was adorable except for that dress....damn that dress.
"I like getting my way." She grinned and then hooked her arms around my neck again.
"I never said yes." I teased back.
"No! You're going! I like the idea of having the hottest dance partner." she grinned.
"Are you saying that I'm hot?" I asked, my arms around her waist tugging her closer. She looked up at me and smiled.
"You know you are." she said simply.
"I don't know what John's thinking." I admitted. "If I had you I'd never let you out of bed much less out of my sight." I had definitley meant to say that in my head but the look in her eyes told me I'd said it out loud.
"You're drunk." she said back, but her body still stayed pressed against mine.
"I wish I was." I groaned and shook my head, leaning it against hers. "I'm sorry Tara I don't know why I said that."
"Don't be sorry, you said what any man with a working brain would do." she said back, surprising me before making me laugh.
"Oh god, Tara." I shook my head at her silly tactics. She pulled away and reached for my hand, looking genuinely happy if not a little drunk.
"All this dancing got me thirsty." she announced and led us back to the bar counter.
"This is your last drink." I said from behind her as she leaned into the counter.
"Says who?" She asked, tilting her head up to look at me.
"Me." I answered simply and she laughed. "What are we going to drink?"
"What I am going to drink." she corrected me, "You're going to drive me home so no more drinking for you."
"Who said I'm going to do that?" I asked back as I smirked at her since we both knew that was exactly what I was going to do. Tara pretended to think about it for a long moment.
"You." she said finally and then laughed against before ordering a drink.
"What happened to your friend?" I asked and she turned to look at me. 
"Are you having second thoughts?" she teased and I just rolled my eyes. "I guess she stood me up too? I don't know, maybe she texted me."
"Why don't you check?" I suggested.
"Because I'm having fun with you." she confessed softly, reaching for her drink in the meantime before gulping half of it.
"Hey, easy." I said in a low tone, grabbing her wrist before I lifted her other hand to brush my thumb against the corner of her mouth. I felt her eyes on me and suddenly the club felt even warmer than it had been a second ago,
"I want to dance more." she breathed out, pulling me away from the haze that her lips had thrown me into.
"Okay." I followed her back to the dancefloor knowing that I would be feeling her body against mine for weeks to come. But hey if I could have one night to hold her semi-innocently I wouldn't give it up.
"Why did you become a baker instead of a dancer?" I asked, watching as she moved gracefully on her heels.
"Cooking pays the bills, but dancing is so fun." She smiled. "Are you really going to come tango dancing with me?" She asked, a silly grin on her face as she let loose with the music. She looked so young and carefree I couldn't bear to see it go away.
"If it would keep that smile on your face." I shrugged, wondering why John wouldn't go with her but not really wanting to bring him up right now.
"You're the best!" she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips against mine quickly, totally knocking me off my feet. She pulled away and laughed. "Oops." She smiled and ran her thumb against my lower lip. "Your lips are soft." she said breathily, her eyes trained on my mouth and before I knew what was happening I had grabbed her waist and tangled a hand in her hair before kissing her back. Just one taste and I was a fu.cking goner. Her mouth moved against mine as she slid her hands up my chest and gripped my shirt. Any thoughts of how wrong this was were gone as my tongue slid against hers and when she moaned ever so softly against my lips I wanted a hard surface so badly I just about picked her up and carried her to one.
"Caleb." She moaned, her voice saying my name throwing me off enough to pull back. Our breaths were shallow and her eyes were cloudy as she looked at me and licked her lips, making me groan.
"Fu.ck." I set my forehead against hers as her hands still clutched my tee. I was in some real trouble. One kiss. One little kiss and it had totally rocked my world. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't remember how to function properly at the moment. Her eyes were boring into mine, wide with shock and alchohol and I could feel her breathing against me. I didn't say anything else, not knowing how to explain myself until she ran her hands up to my neck and slid her fingers into my hair.
"I don't want to think." she almost whispered. I swallowed as I focused on breathing, not pulling away from her.
"What do you want to do?" I asked in a low voice that barely sounded like me.
"I'm kind of tired of dancing." she breathed out. "What do you want to do?"
"I thought you were the number one dancer." I teased and for a moment I felt her looking at me in a way I couldn't really read.
"I'm out of shape." she laughed and I almost groaned. I had felt every inch of her shape and there wasn't a single part that I would change.
"No, you're not, trust me." I groaned, moving my hands down her back and stopping above the curve of her ass. Her face went red and I reached out to brush my fingers against her soft cheeks.
"Aren't you a little hungry?" she asked randomly and I shrugged.
"Don't tell me you want to go to your bakery because I don't think it'd be a good idea." I swallowed, thinking about how many hard surfaces there were in that bakery and how many hundreds of fantasies I'd had of being there alone with her.
"No I want to go to a very greasy place where we can get disgustingly fat burgers." she said seriously, and the more she talked the more excited she seemed to get about it.
"Good idea." I agreed. Somewhere super public where it wasn't the norm to make out in the middle of the room was brilliant....but I still didn't know what she was thinking. Then again she'd said she didn't want to think.
"You make me feel 20 again." she admitted, almost skipping down the sidewalk as we made our way to a diner.
"I know the feeling." I replied, smirking and thinking how beautiful she looked, not that she wasn't always, but there was a light in her eyes I hadn't seen before and god if I didn't want it to be because of me. She'd kissed me back. I'd never forget the way she'd kissed me. I was pretty sure I'd now compare all kisses to that one.
"Here!" She grabbed a booth in the messy diner that was so opposite from her chic bakery. We ordered two iced teas and I debated what to say next. Apologize for the kiss? She'd kissed me first but it had been basically a friend kiss, where mine was anything but. Then again I wasn't sorry. I barely even felt guilty.
"I-" Tara reached out her hand to put over her mouth, her eyes telling me she knew what I was thinking.
"I don't want to think." she repeated again. I nodded.
"I didn't know anyone else liked this place." I said instead, since it was definitley my favorite little place when I wanted to indulge.
"It's the best isnt it?" I shrugged.
"I doesn't beat your food, but it's great for what it is."
"Nothing does." she winked.
"Oh I agree on that." I nodded even though I knew she had been just kidding.
"I don't and it's not true." she waved her hand in the air and paused when the waitress came to get our orders. Two cheeseburgers with everything. "I hate cooking at night." she confessed, looking back at me.
"That's random." I laughed. Tara got up suddenly and then walked to the other side of the table to sit next to me on the booth.
"I'm different at night. During the day I'm super zen, I eat healthy, work hard and keep everything in check. When the sound goes down I'm the opposite." She said, looking elated and adorable.
"Are you telling me you're wild at night?"
"I can be." she shrugged, then took a deep breath before leaning her head against my shoulder. She was killing me. "Maybe I should stop, I'm getting too old for that."
"You're not old." I rolled my eyes.
"I'm not young anymore!" I shook my head and sighed as I sipped my tea.
"I'f you're old I'm old. And I refuse to be old." Tara laughed.
"You're fun at night too." she said and pulled my tee shirt. "I like you all dressed down." Her words shot straight to my di.ck and I struggled to not kiss her again. This was not how this was supossed to go. We were suppossed to be sitting across from each other, in public. Instead she was pressed up against me all warm and beautiful and fu.cking perfect. It was killing me.
"I'm always fun." I replied, trying to joke when inside I was freaking out, the slight buzz I'd had from the scotch had died down and I was only now beginning to realize what I'd done...what we'd done.
"You're always super serious instead. I didn't know you even knew how to dance and wear jeans." she looked up at me, biting down on her lip and for a moment I had a vision of being with her, not just fu.cking her, though that was definitley tempting, but spending every weekend taking her dancing and then cuddling up in a diner booth, making her look at me like that all the time. It was a really seductive thought.
"I didn't know you danced either." I pointed out, pushing her hair back away from those stunning eyes. "Or wore dresses like this." I thumbed the hem of her skirt and felt her breath catch. "You are so beautiful."
"Aww." The waitress smiled as she set our food in front of us. "You two are a cute couple." she smiled sweetly before refilling our teas and walking away before either of us could correct her.
"She said that just because she never saw me eating." she grinned at me and then pulled away, almost laughing to herself.
"I saw you eating and still think you're cute." I told her seriously. 
"Becuase you're too good to me." she shook her head and then took a big bite of her burger. What was happening here? I was dancing with her, taking her to dinner, kissing her like my life depended on it. This was a date. But she wasn't mine, she was John's.....and yet I couldn't regret it. I hadn't had so much fun in a long time. "I don't know if you realize how good you actually are to me." Tara added softly, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"You overrate me just because-"
"I don't know everything about you and blah blah." she cut me off, "Boring."
"No one ever talks to me like this." I laughed and noticed her mouth again as she chewed. "You have some mayo here." I added, my thumb brushing against the corner of her mouth at the same time her tongue reached out to lick it and brushed against my thumb. Holy fu.ck.
"Ops." she bit down on her lip, as she blushed. "Thank you." Silence fell between us for a moment and I didn't know what to do. "Thank you for tonight too. I would've been miserable alone."
"You're welcome." I nodded. "That's what friends are for."
"Right." she nodded back then her eyes caught something across the restaurant that made her widen her eyes. "Oh f.uck. F.uck!" she muttered and got up, looking like she wanted to hide. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back down.
"Where are you going?!" I asked and a second later she was burying her face in my chest. What was going on. 
"Shh!"
"What's happening?"
"Tara?" The tall man blinked at us and Tara groaned a little into my shirt before she turned around with an obviously fake smile on her face.
"Andy. Hi." she combed her fingers through her hair and kept that phony smile going.
"Hey. You look. Wow." He slowly took in her body from top to bottom and my hands clenched. They shouldn't. I'm sure I looked at her the same way but something about the way he was looking at her? Made me think he knew just what was under that dress.
"Oh!" She blushed. "Thanks. You look great too." she smiled. "You're not with a date?" He blinked and shook his head.
"Nope, solo tonight." He seemed at that moment to notice me and reached out his hand. "Hey I'm Andy. Tara and I used to date." I blinked as I shook back. Was this the guy she'd been with on and off for almost a decade? I sized him up during the slow shake.
"I"m Caleb. A friend of Tara's." I almost said co-worker but at this point? We were at least friends.
"Friends?" He blinked between us and she nodded.
"Caleb owns Mara winery's where my bakery is." She replied quickly.
"Oh. Shi.t. Wow that's awesome." I nodded. This guy seemed like an overgrown frat boy. I guessed he was good looking but I never would have guessed this was Tara's type if I had just passed him by. "Just friends though?" he asked.
"Yes." I said almost too quickly which made her turn back to him with an even deeper blush.
"So you're single?" I shook my head.
"No she's living with her boyfriend." I replied for her since she was seeming to have lost her words.
"Right." She smiled. "Caleb is John's cousin." Andy nodded slowly.
"And where is John?" I almost groaned inside. First she gets stood up, then the guy who's suppossed to be her friends sticks his tongue down her throat and then she has to explain why she was stood up to her ex of almost 10 years. This night was not going well for Tara.
"He's out of town."
"Oh." He commented and a ridiculously wide smirk curved his lips. "So you're out having fun." He added, glancing briefly at me and I could tell he was getting the wrong idea. Also it didn't seem to surprise him at all. Huh.
"Andy, no." she told him seriously. He chuckled, shaking his head,
"You never change Tara."
"I changed instead." she retorted, getting defensive as her face turned a little pink.  This guy definitley knew how to push her buttons.
"Do you still have my number?" He asked, making me widen my eyes because I was surprised he had the balls to ask her that right now.
"No." she shook her head.
"Did you change yours?" he went on, apparently not getting the fu.cking message.
"Yes." I piped in too bad she said no in the same moment.
His eyes bounced back and forth between us, his grin only getting bigger and c.ockier if possible. "Maybe I'll stop by your bakery one of these days, I'm happy you finally made your dream come true." I really didn't like this guy. "It was nice seeing you. You look even more beautiful than the last time."
"Thanks." Tara replied dryly. "Have a good night."
"You too." He actually winked at her before finally walking away. Tara ran her fingers through her hair and looked like she was exhausted as she spoke.
"I'm sorry about that."
"Why?"
"Because...." She licked her lips as she tried to find the words.
"You don't have to apologize for someone else. Besides he didn't do anything to me." I shrugged. He clearly was still interested in Tara though from what she'd told me he was only interested in one thing. Then again.....I couldn't really blame him. I just didn't like him because he'd hurt Tara, and he gave me a really creepy vibe.
"I mean-" She started and blushed and I knew she was going to bring up how he had obviously thought she was stepping out on her boyfriend. I wasn't sure what to think about that. He didn't seem to be all that surprised and that was telling, though I'm not exactly sure what it told. I was going to reserve judgement until she told me what he really meant, if and when she wanted to. "Um...."
"Hey." I tilted her head up and resisted the urge to kiss her again and completely defeat the purpose of what I was about to say to her. "You didn't do anything wrong tonight." I said seriously. "I did." She shook her head and grabbed my wrist.
"No Caleb-"
"I got caught up in the moment." I shook my head wanting to tell her how sorry I was for making her doubt herself, for making another man think lesser of her. But fuc.k I wasn't sorry for kissing her.
"So did I." she whispered and our eyes locked again. For a moment I wondered if we had done something wrong, something that we couldn't take back. How on earth was I ever going to be able to look at John.
"I like having you in my life Tara. You're a great friend." I said, not wanting to lose her but also wanting to remind myself that friends was all we were. "I didn't like him much." I changed the subject, scrunching up my face.
"I'm surprised he was alone tonight...." Tara trailed off and I wondered just what she was thinking. I muttered a curse under my breath as I shook my head.
"And you said I could have done better." Tara turned back to me and narrowed her eyes.
"Your ex is way worse than my ex." She said only half seriously, the silly gleam in her eye back.
"No way." I shook my head. "He's worse." I teased back.
"At least I didn't marry him." Tara shrugged, with a grin and I groaned.
"Thank you for reminding me." She elbowed me playfully as she smiled.
"I was joking Caleb...cheer up." she sighed. "We should go to bed." I blinked up at her and widened my eyes.
"What?"
"We should go home. It's kind of late." she said softly, getting up from the booth. I stood up to follow her but kept my distance. I could not be trusted around this woman. "I'm going to call a cab." she announced.
"Uhm no, why?" I asked, confused. She shrugged again.
"I don't want to bother you. You already babysat me all night."
"I'm not going to let you take a cab." I said seriously, letting her know that it wasn't worth arguing over. "I had fun tonight." I said once inside the car, breaking the silence. I had too.
"Me too. I can't remember the last time I had so much fun to be honest." she said genuinely almost lost in her thoughts and I wondered what they were.
"See? I'm not always so serious." I teased her. Tara nodded as we pulled up to her and Johns place and she stared at me for a moment before leaning in to cup my jaw and for a moment I thought she was going to kiss me again. And she did, but innocently, against my cheek before pulling away.
"Night Caleb."