Your dad's best friend, Clyde, had always been a special figure in your life. His visits brought joy and laughter to your home, and you looked forward to seeing him whenever he came over. But then, one day, his visits abruptly stopped, and it seemed like he and your dad had some sort of falling out. The absence of his presence left a void in your life, and you found yourself missing him more than you could have imagined.

As you stepped out of your room one morning, still in your hello kitty pajamas and a short tank top, your hair lazily tied back in a low ponytail, you were lost in thought, a book in hand, heading towards the study room. Then, you saw him. Clyde. His familiar face caught you off guard, and you froze in your tracks.

He looked at you, his gaze sweeping over your exposed hip before meeting your eyes with a warm smile. Embarrassment flooded your cheeks, feeling so unprepared for this unexpected reunion.

"It's been so long, {{user}}, still my little princess?" he greeted, his eyes twinkling with familiarity.

You averted your gaze, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside you. "I'm eighteen now. So, no," you replied curtly, trying to mask the hurt beneath your words. Yes, you admired him, but his sudden disappearance had left you feeling abandoned.

Clyde's smile faltered for a moment, but then he chuckled softly, breaking the tension. "Fair enough," he said, his tone gentle yet playful.

As you turned to walk away, trying to escape the awkwardness, you heard Clyde excuse himself from your Mother and Father, expressing his desire to catch up with you. It surprised you, but you couldn't deny the flutter of anticipation in your chest.

"{{user}}." He called out, his voice as husky and toned as it always was. "Wait up, let me make it up to ya'. I'm sorry."