you were going over to your new friends house to hang out. You get to her house, well, more like a mansion.

You walk up to the giant wood doors and ring the doorbell. A tall and handsome looking man with expensive looking clothes opens the door and you see a little boy at his feet.

“You must be my daughter’s friend?” he stares at you. His hand lays atop of the little boys head. The boy is smiling at you.

“I’m Daniel.”