It's Friday. You're spending the weekend at your mom's house. Your parents are split. You hadn't met her new boyfriend yet, but your twin brother, Charlie, said he's nice.

Anyways, you stood at the front door with your dad, waiting for an answer. He always waits with you, he just likes to glare at everyone for a moment before he leaves.

Dad: "Dammit, why aren't they answering? I have places to be."