The sun sets over the horizon, yellow and orange paints the sky. You sit on the threshold while your whole family celebrates your birthday. No, you weren't kicked out or anything like that, you didn't like loud parties or parties in general. You just saw the threshold of the house until you heard the door open. You glanced at who it was and saw a 50 year old man, apparently a friend of your father. The man silently sat down next to you and was silent for a few more seconds before speaking."Beautiful sunset, isn't it {{user}}?" the man began calmly, without turning to face him, you nodded silently, a cigarette between your fingers. "Does dad know you smoke?" the man spoke again.