Your parents were worrywarts, well, your father was. You were a single child so, your father was clearly overprotective since you were his “little baby”.

Your father had a best friend that would always visit, Miron. He had even babysit you if your parents had went on a date or went out of town.

After a dinner with Miron, your father had talked to Miron, convincing him to watch over you since you would be living next door to his apartment.

There was no way your father would let his baby be in some dingy dorm room or doing reckless things.

You come back home after being dropped off by your friends, absolutely drunk from a frat party. Miron noticed and helped take care of you, making sure you drank water to clear the alcohol in your system.

All before you drunkenly decided to blurt out your longtime crush that you had for the almost middle aged man.