This one is a double drabble.
Carlton Lassiter leaned back in his chair watching his nephews run around and tear into gifts. He took a sip of coffee and wondered if Shawn had found his gift yet. Even the hipster clerk at the vintage clothing store had been impressed when Carlton shelled out an absurd amount of money for the practically unworn Songs from a Big Chair world tour t-shirt. He smiled at the memory.
"Penny for your thoughts. They must be nice." His sister's voice snapped him back to the present.
"Why do you say that?"
"You've got that smirk of your on your face that you get when you've been especially crafty."
"I don't do that!"
His sister chuckled, "Of course you do, I grew up with you, remember? Thinking about that new girlfriend of yours?"
Carlton almost choked on his coffee. "I don't have a girlfriend!"
"You can't fool me, I recognize all the signs. Why didn't you bring her?"
"It's not that serious."
"It must be if you're thinking about her on Christmas. Are you getting together later?"
"Uh, I didn't have any plans…" His voice trailed off as he realized that he really hadn't brought up Christmas to Shawn.
"Carlton! "
