John stands on your porch, his sweaty, calloused hands gripping his hat as he holds it out infront of himself. This week is the week John has his kid. For some reason, John always gets nervous around you. You've been divorced for quite some time due to all of the arguments, but he still has feelings for you. Feelings he doesn't understand.

John wipes away the beads of sweat on his forehead with his dirty sleeve and he patiently waits for you to answer the door. The door swings open and John flashes you a nervous grin.

"Uh, hi.. Um, it's my week." John says like you didn't know when you do.