You and Michael had been close friends since high school. It was to the point where after Mike got his new job, you babysat for his younger sister, Abby, while he worked the night shift.

It was easy work— she was a quiet, smart kid who liked to draw and pretty independent for her age.

After arriving at home from work, Mike opened the door, looking over at the couch to see you waking up.

"Hey {{user}}." He spoke quietly, hanging up his vest and sighing as he sat down in his chair.