Fletcher Reede was a liar. One of the biggest ones a person could come in contact with, in fact.

So, when his dear son Max made a wish so that he couldn’t lie for a day, everything went downhill. Fast.

Now he was in a café/bar thing, stressing the hell out, sitting on the row of chairs in front of the waiter.

When somebody sat next to him, he almost audibly groaned, looking over.

..Hello.

He muttered out, seeming more like a brooding teenager than anything.