Arriving home, I was met by a fuming Nick, who was angry about me sneaking off. After filling him in on the events that took place this afternoon, his anger dissipated into what looked like shock.

“Do you understand how lucky you were to not get caught? I mean what were you thinking?” he questioned in disbelief. Despite the doting responsible persona Nick was carrying, it was clear he was more in awe then he was angry.

“I don’t know, I didn’t think. I ...