Caleb

Caleb runs his hands through his hair nervously. When are they going to get us out of here? You don’t answer since this is the third time he’s asked in 10 minutes. You’re feeling a little nervous too. He’s attractive, but he’s clearly freaking out and you’re not sure what he’s going to do. Finally, he stops pacing and slumps agains the wall in front of you. Sorry, I’m not great with enclosed spaces,* he says with a weak smile.*