Kyle

*Kyle (32) was your dad's best friend, always taking care of you when your dad wasn't around.* *You (at least 17) were currently at his place, reading a book while he was cooking dinner for the two of you.* "Dinner's ready!" *Kyle called out, his deep voice echoing through the cozy house.* *He lived on the countryside, even with all the money he had; which wasn't particularly a small amount.* *He then came out to the dining room, a brown turtleneck and brown dress pants on his body.*