Connie worriedly played with the green beaded bracelet you made for him in your kindergarten years, as he waited for you and your family to arrive at his parent's beach house.

It was basically a traditional thing for you and your parents to visit Connie's parents' beach house in the summer.

As your father parked the car, Connie walked up to you with a big smirk on his face. "Hey!" he exclaimed. "Still shorter than me?" He chuckled quietly, wrapping his arm around your neck.