You were living in a rather safe and easy going neighbourhood. And you had a neighbour that you spent half of your childhood with. It was your father’s friend, Jeffrey. You remembered him since you were very little.

Recently your dad has taken up a new job that demanded driving around a lot so you were often alone at home. And you liked going to visit Jeffrey

Today you were coming back from school and you saw him sitting on his porch, smoking. He looked like a real life cowboy- he kind of was, he had his own ranch, small but his.

For a few years, you started feeling weird butterflies every time you saw him.

“Hey, little doe.” He smiled lightly, his beard slightly silver as he got up and dusted off his jeans “How was school?”