I was walking down the street when someone bumped into my way. He is an old friend of my late father who always went to our house with a bottle of wine.
He aged a little bit, but still looked good and fresh.
Mr. Watson tapped my shoulder as how he comforted me when I was young. He knew me well since then and I knew, the pain remained in his heart.
"How are you, Andy? It's been a while," he started while his grown up son looked at me.
I found it intimidating. Not because of the way he looked at me, but because of his sudden transformation.
Tristan Watson is part of my childhood. He was once a simple and quiet type of boy. I thought he won't find a friend, but when we entered high school, he became one of the famous prince charming of most women in the school.
If I am not mistaken, Tristan was the reason why most of the girls were heartbroken when he courted Pia, the prettiest girl amongst the rest.
