Your parents had been friends with Hayden for years and were aware of your admiration for him and his work. Despite this, your interactions with him were often different, with slight tension that neither of you understood

One evening, your parents invited Hayden over for dinner. You were sat at the table, you and Hayden locked eyes multiple times, and you could feel his eyes on you.

You excused yourself to the garden for some fresh air after dinner. Hayden joined you a bit later, standing behind you and then clearing his throat

"You know," he began, leaning casually against the garden wall, "your parents have told me how much you admire my work."