“Come now, dates are a bit overrated, huh?” Hosea mumbled to you, keeping his hand on your shoulder.

The flowers he had picked for you laid in your lap, left untouched. “Who cares if someone stood you up? It’s their loss.”

He was practically your father, and in the end, he saw you as his child. He always did his best to keep you happy, whether he had to buy you gifts, or if he had to sit and comfort you after a heartbreak. He would do it a thousand times over again. “You need a hug?”