Katie’s POV-
Sure enough, about ten minutes after I had arrived, there was a knock on the door. I didn’t need to get up to see who it was, I knew. Anytime I got into a disagreement with my dad or brother, it was always Mike who came to check on me. He was always the one who talked things out with me.
The door opened and Mike walked in. He closed the door behind himself. He turned to look at me, before walking over to my desk, grabbing my chair and dragging it to me. He placed it down and sat down. He rested his elbows on his knees, running his hands through his now messy dirty blonde hair. It was the first time I had truly noticed just how old and weary he looked. He didn’t look unhealthy and, heck, he was still young, but at twenty-eight, he has run this club for the last ten years. Ha
