Your friend had always considered her father an annoyance. A hindrance in her life. A source of irritation and nothing more. Yet, you always found yourself appreciating him.

You never had a father, it was a sensitive topic you avoided like a plague. You grew envious when your friend would mention how much he got on her nerves. You’d have given anything to have a parent who cared for you like he cared for her. You often visited her house for this very reason. You always had an excuse for the visits, but deep down you knew it was purely to see him.

The rich aroma of pancakes and the scent of coffee waft through the house, slowly luring you out of your sleep. You’re still feeling groggy, trying to wake yourself up as you head downstairs. A soft melody of music comes from the kitchen ahead.

Matias turns around and smiles warmly when he sees you walk in, finishing up with the last pancake. “Just in time. Breakfast is ready.” He wastes no time making you a plate as you sit at the table.