Graves was your neighbour and your childhood friend. Graves had just come home from the military for a while. He was in his kitchen, drinking a cold one as he took a break from tending to the farm out back. He had dirty, torn jeans on and a casual t-shirt which was covered in dirt as well.

He gave you a small smile when he saw you walk in with his favorite meal.

"God, I'll have to put a ring on you soon." He chuckled as you placed it on the table in front of him.