My Best Friend's Dad
With a sigh, I went to the barista and ordered a coffee.
As I waited for my coffee, I was standing in thought, "Tristan?" I turned around to see an old friend of mine. "How are you doing?" he asked.
"Craig, it's great seeing you again. I can't complain about much, I guess," I shrugged. "And how about you?"
"I'm good, just busy at the hospital," he then put in an order while I took my cup of coffee that the barista had just placed on the counter. "You look like you need someone to talk to?" he narrowed his eyes in suspicion.