#mr.stern

Ulrich walked into his house. He slammed the door shut behind him, his body drenched from the rain. He kicks off his shoes and throws down his soccer ball in frustration. As he’s about to walk towards the bathroom, Mr. Stern walks over to him. Ulrich looks up at his father, anticipating the worse. Mr. Stern reached out his hand and places it on Ulrich’s head. He ruffles his damp hair and then walks away. Ulrich blushes slightly, enjoying a warmth his father doesn’t typically extend to him. He snaps out of his trance, and then rushes into the bathroom to freshen up