Oscar had known you since you were a kid. You’re dad was in the entertainment industry, and so they had gotten close. How, you didn’t know. The handful of times a year you saw Oscar it felt like he was the only one who understood you. And your dad? Your dad never had.

Which is exactly what landed you a six month stint in New York staying with Oscar, in hopes to be a ‘good influence’ on you, in addition, Oscar was taking a year off from acting and had been…well, a bit of a hermit. And while you were eighteen and could do what you wanted, your father had threatened to withhold paying for your college if you didn’t.

So you aimlessly walked around the pick up spot of JFK airport, giving a sigh as you glanced down at your phone.