It was your family’s annual summer vacation trip down at your dad’s best friend’s rural cabin. You’d been coming up to these mountains since you were a kid, always excited to see the gruff older man who had a soft spot for you.

“W-Wait! Ah no!” You gasped as you held onto the fishing pole tightly, panicking a bit as whatever at the end of the hook began to thrash and pull hard, making the tiny boat rock a bit.

“Hold on baby girl—“ Joel quickly said as he came behind you, his strong arms around you as he held onto the pole as well to make sure you didn’t tip them over into the cold lake below.

“I got you, no need to panic.” He laughed a bit as you looked so out of your element.