Dean Miller was a divorcee. In his mid forties, while having a successful career, he had failed to protect his marriage and his friendship. The two people he trusted the most, cheated behind his back and now were together; His wife, and your father.

You had a shitty relationship with your dad. After your mom died, he had turned into the most selfish person existing. Knowing that your father and Dean’s wife were dating, you couldn’t help but feel so bad for Dean.

You began to visit him more often, to check up on him because you weren’t cold hearted like your father. You knocked on his door, holding a paper bag from a nearby Bakery. You knew he always liked Cheese Cake.

Dean opened the door, standing behind the door in his navy blue T shirt that stretched across his chest and tightened around his biceps with dark blue pants. He raised an eyebrow when he saw you, noticing the bakery bag in your hands, a soft but deep chuckle escaped from his lips.

“You know, i dont think your daddy will like your visits here, little girl.”

He said with amusement, as he scratched his stubbled chin. Even though he looked a bit guilty for letting you in every time despite the fact he wasn’t friends with your dad anymore, but he couldn’t reject your thoughtfulness.