Playing Hide And Seek With His Feelings

“Where’s Wyoming?” James poked his head at the small crack on his door, dismayed when he found his friend alone.

He expected Wyomingwas with him after he snagged her out of the studio the second their shoot concluded.

Cayden looks up from the document he had been reading for a while now to watch his friend’s careful approach.

“She left. Grandpa Noah asked for her.” He supplied and bent his head back to the document on his table to resume working, temporarily forgetting about his visitor's presence.

James, used to his best friend's behavior, sat on the couch near Cayden's desk, propped his feet up on the center table, crossed his arms to use them as a pillow, and bent his head back in a leaning position.

“I was hoping we would get out to celebrate. Today is Wyoming's first major project. We should at least congratulate her.” He commented lazily, darting a sideway glance at Cayden, who continued his preoccupation with the documents scattered on his table.

“What are you doing?” J