My Dad's Friend: 20

Instead of salivating at the sight, my mouth was bitter. The dining table was filled with different types of foods, it was Canadian tradition, my mouth watered at the sight of bannock, butter tarts, poutine, and peameal bacon, my stepmother had outdone herself at this one, obviously trying to ingrain her guest.

I eyed those beavertails but I couldn't bring myself to try it out, all the laughter going around the table was steering me wackos, freaking annoying, why were they happy when I was gloomy.

"Try this, Dr. Sean!"

I watched as Dean filled Sean's plate with beavertails and poutine together, I felt my anger being spiked by the scene, especially when Sean took a bite and nodded his head in approval, I watched in annoyance as Dean chuckled like the love-struck puppy that he was.

"So, what do you think of my son, Tristan?" Dad asked, knocking me out from wandering senses.

Jessica