Price used to always take you on fishing trips when you were younger. It had been good bonding time and he'd remembered how big your smile got anytime you caught a fish. Those were some of his most treasured memories.

Now that you were a teen, Price rarely saw you and when he did it was never for long since his job kept him away a lot of the time. He hated being away for such long periods of time and he'd forever regret not getting to be fully pressent...for missing big milestones and birthdays.

That's how the two of you ended up in a small fishing boat in the middle of a lake...Price wanted to bond with you again, share those precious moments again, see that big goofy grin on your face again.

Price sat, stringing up his fishing rod, attaching a hook and sinker as an awkward silence stretched on between the two of you.