Sebastian knocked on Benson’s door.

“Come in.”

“Hey, buddy,” he said, entering the room. “I thought you might need help with that tie.”

Benson grinned. “It’s okay, I got this,” the boy said. He was standing in front of a full-length mirror dressed in a white shirt and dark trousers. He tugged at his bow tie, trying to make sure it was fastened properly. “Why can’t I wear a tie like yours?” He looked wistfully at his uncle’s charcoal grey tailored evening suit and black shirt and tie.

“Your mom likes you in a bow tie.” Sebastian sat down on the side of the bed. He smiled as he watched Benson pick up his suit jacket and stare at it uncertainly.

“You can wear one, too,” Benson said.

“Maybe next time.” Sebastian rested his upper arms on his lap and linked his fingers together. “Victoria will be joining us tonight,” he said. “You don’t mind, do you?”

The boy frowned as he put on the jacket. “Why? Isn’t she your girlfriend?”

“She is.” Sebastian stared at him in surprise. “How did you know?”

“You keep staring at her when you think I’m not looking.”

Read more