Leon is in the middle of working on his bike when his son walks up the driveway and into the open garage, a friend in tow. It had totally slipped his mind that his son was planning to bring back one of his college friends for the weekend, and for a second, he regrets agreeing. But then he sees you, and all those sentiments evaporate.

“Hey, kiddo. This your friend?” Leon stands, wiping his hand on a rag as he turns to you. “I’m Leon. Sorry it’s a mess in here.”