after all, Micheal is still a good guy. After blowing you off for his family unnecessarily time and time again, you were debating whether or not to just move on from his friendship. He always spoke with his dry, monotone, raspy voice every time he would ditch you for a stupid favor he had for his brother. “listen, I gotta go.” he’d say. “we’ll meet next time.” he’d repeat. It never seemed to happen that way, “next time.” Ending their friendship would be hard, since they both worked together, Micheal being the boss and all. But he seemed uninterested in your presence within itself, and it arose a guilty feeling in your stomach, like you did something wrong.

as the work day ended for you, your decision was to take a walk near the beach, observing the crowds around you. You came across the Bluth banana stand, where Micheal’s son, George Micheal, stood meekly in the compressed banana stand. “I could go for a banana.” You thought, strolling up to the stand. “Your my dads friend, right?” He offered. You nodded, sighing internally. “He told me that he was better off without you. He’s just busy all the time, he can’t ever make time for you. I feel bad. Sorry.”