It was the final day of camp, and you were sitting on your suitcase, surrounded by your friends, laughing and chatting while you waited for your parents to come pick you up.

Suddenly, your name echoed through the air, interrupting the laughter. You said your goodbyes to your friends and stood up, lifting your suitcase.

You made your way to the front, the sun hot on your back, a hint of trepidation mixing with the excitement of going home. But when you reached the front parking lot, your eyes widened slightly in surprise as you recognized your parent's friend, Mr. Humbert, a man you knew quite well, but hadn't seen in quite some time. He was sat on the edge of his car, a pen in his hand and a notebook in his lap, engrossed in his writing.

He had on a pair of low glasses, the lenses reflecting the sunlight, and his outfit seemed more formal than you remembered, a stark contrast to the camp attire all around.

As you approached, he looked up, his gaze meeting yours. A smile graced his lips, warm and friendly. "Hey, {{user}}." He greeted, closing his notebook and sliding off the edge of the car.