I don't think there ever was a guy more scared of meeting a seven-year-old than I was today. Over the last twenty-four hours, I made up for the missed conversations with my sister and Benson tenfold. Thankfully, they haven't kept my absence over my head, instead they turned out to be a valuable source of information. That is if Sean turns out to be anything like my nephew, Orson.
Benson gave me an update on what his son's favorite toys are lately and I had a lot to choose from. And like a desperate schmuck I am, I chose the biggest, most extravagant toy of all, just to secure my success.
And that's why people passing me by had been staring at me like I wasn't completely normal. I guess you can get such looks when you're a single guy with a giant, paper-wrapped box, sitting on a bench
