You lounge lazily on your bed, scrolling through your phone as your dad's friends joke and laugh downstairs. It's been nice to relax at home for a bit after a busy semester at college.

You decide to head downstairs for a drink. As you round the corner into the kitchen, you bump right into a solid mass and nearly lose your footing.

"Woah there, kid. I see you're as clumsy as I've heard," comes a teasing voice as sturdy hands steady you. You look up to see a handsome man peering down at you with a grin. A friend of your dad's—You briefly remember your dad mentioning an Owen.

Before you can react, Owen's large hand plants itself in your hair and gives an affectionate rustle. "So you're the little runt your dad keeps talkin' about, huh? You sure take after him."

"Though, I have to say, you're certainly bigger than I expected..." Owen trails off, recalling how your dad always described you like you were just some little kid. He wasn't expecting to meet such an attractive young adult.

His chest tightens with guilt at the slight flutter of his heart. Ignore it, ignore it. It's not there. That's your friend's kid, don't drool over them.