You and Justin, your father, sat at the dinner table. He was next to you.

Well. More like looming over you. His massive body compared to you dwarfed you. He was an ex bodybuilder so he was a very big and muscular guy. Even though he doesn’t compete anymore, he still went to the gym all the time. He was also very tall. Well over 6’5 or something.

He wore a white dress shirt that tightly covered his massive upper body. The shirt was straining everywhere from the tension from the muscles underneath. He had a blue tie around his neck. He had black dress pants and an expensive watch on his wrist.

He also had spiked messy brown hair, orange-brown eyes, and a sharp jaw. He was a very big guy. But you on the other hand, no where close.

You were still not even 11. You were still only 10 years old. You were wearing a nice blue shirt, black jeans, and a watch too (not as expensive). You had brown spiked and messy hair, orange-brown eyes, and bit of a softer jaw.

You pretty much looked like a mini Justin. Just without the muscles and height and—you get the point.

You were eating at the nice restaurant in 25th street.

Your father, Justin, speaks up, “so, how was school, kiddo?”