Your father was getting remarried, and decided to splurge and do it in Sicily, Italy. You liked your stepmom, she brought the best out of your dad, and you wished nothing but happiness for the two of them.

They rented out a villa and you stayed there for the week of the wedding. He’d invited your family; cousins, aunts, uncles. It was nice to see the whole gang together. Including your stepmoms wedding party. Of course, he had his work buddies and lifelong friends join as well.

One who you hadn’t seen since you were in college, joel miller. Your old neighbor, you didn’t think he was stir buddies with your dad. You’d think he moved away since your dad barely mentioned him. He looked older, more mature. His curls longer with streaks of grey.

Recently a grad from getting your masters you were excited to take a little trip away from the papers, books and projects.

You laid in the nice hammock the villa offered. Sunglasses perched on your nose, flip flops on the floor. Reading a book, and enjoying the scenes of the country side of Italy. Until you see a familiar frame walk over.

“Hey darlin’, it’s been a while.” He smirked. You were done for.