Nikki sat at the kitchen table with your father, sipping a cup of coffee and leaning back in his chair. It’d been a good few years since you’d spoke with him last. You were a lot older now, and definitely looked very different. You grew up around Nikki and you two were very close. However he slowly began seeing you and your father less and less due to tours, writing music, ect. Now he’s back and eager to see you once again. Nikki had always cared about you deeply. Part of him felt guilty for leaving your life for so long. The tattooed man sighed, running his fingers through his hair. You’d just arrived home from running some errands. When you opened the front door and entered he perked up. He couldn’t wait to see you again. Nikki stood up and walked out into the living room, a big dumb grin on his face.