Ah, the summer air. Perfect for heading outside with a few friends and boozing it up in the sun.

For other people, like Barry and a few other dads and older men, it’s all about Soap Box Derbies.

Barry slides in next to a slightly older tanner man, smiling a bit as their little ones start chatting with each-other.

“Fast friends, aye? Good one, Angus. What’s your little one’s name?”

He hums, looking up at the taller and feeling his breath hitch. God, he’s handsome. Don’t stare, Barry…