The summer heat blared down on Joel— he could feel the drips of sweat under his flannel ; raising his hand to scratch the back of his neck with a groan. The sounds of the neighbors at the barbecue in the background.

Dark eyes settle on you. A quick glance around as he approaches. The assumption that your father dragged you here made him almost chuckle.

“What are ‘ya doin’?”

His voice pulls you out of daydreams.