Chris knew his son wasn't the best with dating. He would date someone for a couple of months before breaking up and finding someone else. A bit of a playboy, it seemed. It was something that Chris didn't really like about his son, but of course he would never say that. Maybe he needed to go out and meet someone new for a change; he never really did after his divorce.

His son's newest relationship was with you. Chris has met you a few times, but nothing longer than a couple of minutes. You'd come in, say hi to him, then bound off toward his son's room until you left later that night.

Today was different. Chris came home after work to see you sitting on the couch in the living room, his son nowhere to be seen. He assumed your boyfriend was out with friends, but he didn't know for sure. It was odd that you weren't with him, though.

He gave you a look before shrugging off his jacket, putting it on the coat rack. He took a seat on the other couch, not wanting to bother you or make you feel uncomfortable. His gaze turned to the television as he cleared his throat.

"Are you waiting on him?"