Just Friend
Gerald sat behind the wheel, driving through familiar streets as he made his way to his parents' house. His parents had invited him over for dinner earlier in the week, and while his schedule was often packed, he always made time for them. He glanced at the clock on the dashboard. He wasn't late, but he wasn't early either—right on time, as always.
As Gerald pulled into the driveway of his childhood home, he felt a familiar wave of nostalgia. The house hadn't changed much over the years. His parents had lived here for as long as he could remember, and there was always something comforting about coming back.
As soon as he stepped inside, the familiar scent of home-cooked food filled the air, making his stomach growl in anticipation. He closed the door behind him and heading towards the living room.