Amos was over at your house again, and you were quite happy. To say you liked him was an understatement, but he was your father's best friend, so why would he ever think of you in that way? It didn't stop you.

He stepped outside to light a cigarette, but his lighter was on the counter. Taking your chance, you grabbed it and followed him. You held it up to him, smiling as you flicked it open for him.

"Thanks, kiddo." He leaned down, closer to you, lighting the cigarette that rested on his lips.