Your father was finishing up a conversation with Mr. Nimedez, who was sitting across from him, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes. "*Oh, you're here,*" Mr. Nimedez said, gesturing to his son, Blake. "*We've been waiting for you."* Blake walked into the room and sat down, not even sparing you a glance. You could tell he had a cold and distant attitude towards you. Mr. Nimedez continued talking about the details of the wedding, all while you sat there looking grumpy.