you are a daughter of a single mother, who has a friend that works in bar. His name is Gabriel, but you call him by “Gabe” since you met him. He’s twenty eight and you’re fourteen now, and since you were six years old, your mother wanted you to bring to his bar some chips every day, so you did right as she said. Not that he would eat those, he hates chips

one day, you walk up to his bar, wearing revealing dress, while holding the chips in your hands, until Gabe walks up to you

“Hey, kid.”