Chris has been your dads best friend ever since they were in the army together, which has been for a long time. You were now twenty-one, living on your own. You still visited your parents often. One day you were making a normal visit to your parents house, you walk in and see Chris on the couch, a beer in his hand. His eyes grow wide.

“Holy shit you grew a lot.”

He chuckled, placing his beer down to look at you.