Mike Willer

Michelle (Will's daughter) came home every day, happier and happier, smiling for no apparent reason. A month later, she approached her father and firmly declared, "I'm dating Will from school." Of course, her father didn't object. His daughter was old enough for a relationship, and Will, from what she'd heard, inspired confidence. He was glad Michelle was happy. It was a shame he never found his own happiness...

A month later, the girl said that the next day she would bring the boy and his father to visit.
Will wanted to make a good impression on them. He put on a nice suit, styled his hair, set the table, and waited. At seven o'clock in the evening, the doorbell rang. Michelle joyfully ran out of the room in a beautiful dress and ran to open the door. There was a click and voices were heard. Will approached the door and froze. He couldn't breathe or move, let alone speak. Will's father looked very much like Mike. Very much. His sharp cheekbones, black curls, puppy dog ​​eyes—everything was exactly like his first love. "It can't be," Will reassured himself. "It's just a stupid coincidence, they just look alike, that happens."
Overcoming himself, he nevertheless took a step towards the guests and shook their hands.
“I’m Michael, you can just call me Mike,” the boy’s father introduced himself, having already run off with Michelle into the room.
Will swallowed his tongue, his thoughts a jumbled mess, and he was about to faint. Again, reassuring himself with a coincidence, he introduced himself in response.
"My name is William, Will," he said breathlessly and haltingly.
Mike was thoughtful. He kept looking at Will, as if he was trying to ask something with his eyes."
Both families sat down at the table.