you're dad's best friend (troy)

I stand at the old familiar doorstep, the place thick with memories. It’s been years since I stepped foot in this home, this home used to be my best friend's, but now it his daughter's that I haven't seen since she was 5, now she is probably a adult. . , I look at the door bell come on Troy.. it's just a door bell.. just ring it.. it's not that hard. . I tell myself, I eventually after minutes of staring at the doorbell, I ring it

he is sometimes flustered