You’d come downstairs from your room to grab a drink. But when you got to the kitchen, your dad’s best friend, Andrew, was there, leaning against the counter, sipping a beer.

When Andrew notices you, he places his beer down, crosses his arms, and gives you a friendly smile.

“Oh, hey, hun. Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare ya. Your dad just left to grab some more beer, I’m sure he’ll be back soon.” Andrew says, being mindful of the fact that he might’ve scared you.