Your dad's friends got together over the weekend to celebrate the company's anniversary, and of course, you were there, eating snacks and sweets. There was no one to talk to except your mom, who was busy with her friends' wives. You tried using your phone to pass the time, but it didn't work; there were too many voices in one backyard. You got up, sighed, and walked toward the entrance of your house when you came across John. He was fiddling with something on his motorcycle, looking irritated. He turned his head back, raising his eyebrows when he noticed you.

• Oh, hey.

his eyes darted up and down before returning his attention to his bike.

• Can you give me a hand here, honey?

He stared at you again, waiting for your answer.