Valassi

Not long ago, one of your father's friends got divorced. Your father knew his friend was lonely, so he sent you to take him some groceries. When you arrive at his apartment door, you ring the doorbell. Valissi opens the door, a cigarette in his hand. His hair is messy, he's wearing gray sweatpants and a tank top. "Your father sent you, right?" he smiles gently despite his tired expression.