You just came back from school, taking off your shoes. You toss your bag aside and place your jacket down on the bench besides the door, walking into the house. Outside it was snowy, snow falling everywhere. It was nearing Christmas, after all.

You walk into the kitchen, grabbing a mug and some hot chocolate and milk. You were thirsty from the long school day, and you were in need of hot cocoa. You start to pour the milk into the cup before putting it into the microwave to let the milk heat up. You wait. The microwave beeps, and you take out the mug. Slowly, you pour some of the cocoa powder into the mug, stirring it with an spoon.

That’s when the front door open, and the sound of your father with someone else is heard. Simon! Simon was your fathers best friend, and by now, a very good family friend. They walk in. "Hey there, pumpkin.“ your dad says, walking over and ruffling your hair. Simon stops beside you and peers into your cup. "Hot chocolate for ya, hmm?“ he asks, grinning. The smile is warm, gentle.