no night lasts forever.

J O H N | W I N T E R S Hi! My name's John and I've been on this planet for thirty-five years now. I used to be a proper Londoner but somehow found my way to Pennsylvania and extended what was meant to be a little trip to a whopping eight year stay. No regrets though. I teach, I smile, I consume a lot of coffee, I create. — "The opposite of war isn't peace - it's creation."

[johnwintersx]

miabolton·:

Mia had a bag full of quick carbs but she’d decided that she should probably find herself a slow carb to attempt to keep herself in range, given that it was approaching a meal time. She watched the man attack the machine, obviously keen to get himself a snack. “You know, honestly I feel like we could smash it and really, no-one could be mad,” she shrugged, “just say it’s for the kids.” She shook her head at his question, “I’m alright, I was just looking for some chips or something, attempting to keep the BG steady,” she mused. 

At the suggestion, John raised a brow. Frankly, he hadn’t thought of that but even in these desperate times he wasn’t sure if he could do it. “You’re probably right about that. It is a very special circumstance after all and it might just be easier than feeding all my change to these machines trying to get snacks for those who need them,” he told her with a chuckle, shaking his head. “Most things are for the kids to be fair so it wouldn’t even be a very selfish action - do you really think there wouldn’t be a consequence?” He asked her, caring about her take on this before he raised a brow. “I don’t know if it’ll suffice but I do have a small bag of chips at hand actually,” he told her with a small smile before opening the backpack he’d put on the floor next to the vending machine to retrieve it so he could offer it to her. “My mother’s got diabetes so I know you definitely need this more than most,” the male sympathized.

[johnwintersx]

Location: University of Pennsylvania Library

“Oh - come on!” John wasn’t one who easily lost his temper normally but considering the circumstances, he really was feeling quite on the edge. With the power going in and out, he was doing his best to gather as many things from the vending machines as he could so he could save some of the snacks for those who were evacuated and a pack of chips for himself in case he’d end up needing it. It really was the least he could do, he was sure of it but the lack of supplies and pending loss of electricity didn’t exactly help the situation. With an agitated sigh, John let his fist collide with the side of the machine, hoping it’d be enough to get the chocolate bar that was currently stuck. “You’d think that those pesky little things would at least give you a break in times of a crisis but no such luck,” he huffed before turning to a bystander. “Are you hungry though? I managed to get some packs of peanuts and chips from another machine and am planning on giving them away. I hate that there isn’t more I can do but I feel like we’re all just doing our best right now,” the professor mused.

[johnwintersx]

dallasstarling·:

Location: UPenn Library

Pacing was what Dallas was doing for the first fifteen minutes after crossing the threshold into the UPenn library — after all the nights she spent holed up in this building, she would’ve assumed it had long ago engrained itself as a setting for her nightmares. Now, her pacing was just short of wearing holes into the old carpet, cell phone pressed to her ear as she tried to get in touch with her family. No luck yet, and her battery was already down to 20 percent. She was half considering running back out into the storm to personally drag every Starling she could find into a nice, safe bubble where she could finally take a breath. The only thing that stopped her frustrated venture into the tornado was almost colliding with someone, stopping just short of toppling them both. Letting out a startled yelp, a nervous laugh followed. “God, I’m sorry. Never been great at the whole… sitting still thing. Especially when the world is ending.” She apologized, remembering her phone still practically jammed into her ear. Pulling the device away, she wrinkled her nose. “Don’t suppose you brought an iPhone charger?” She managed, trying not to sound as panicked as she felt. 

To say that he was feeling uneasy would’ve been an understatement given John’s current mood. Frankly, he was already feeling like going insane and he had god knows how long to go. He knew the building inside and out but despite the fact that he loved his job, he didn’t love it enough to feel at peace here in a situation like this. It didn’t help that his service had crashed and he was desperately trying to get enough to reach his friends and family after all to let him know he was okay and check up on them in return. With one arm raised to get a better service, John moved around, his eyes fixed on the screen while he paced until suddenly, he almost ran into another person. “Oh!” He let out a noise of surprise, shaking his head quickly as he waved her off. “By all means, please don’t apologize. I didn’t exactly pay much attention to my surroundings myself so it was my fault as well,” John reasoned quickly, an apologetic smile resting on his lips. “I understand. I’ve been running around like a headless chicken this entire time – I’m not looking forward to spending another few hours here,” he said before he raised his brows at the woman’s question. “Actually…,” he trailed off, reaching over and into his messenger bag to rummage around for a moment, retrieving his charger with a triumphant grin. “I sure do,” he said as he handed it over without a second thought. “Are you okay? Trying to reach your loved ones as well I suppose?”

[johnwintersx]

wxnderdi‌:

“Yes, it is.” Hence why Diana had even stopped to help him. Holding his things, she adjusted her weight to her left leg. How he’d even managed to carry all this for a few moments was beyond the woman. “No shame in needing help occasionally” she pointed out, even if it was slightly hypocritical of her. She never really had gotten good at asking for help. His agreement made her chuckle. “At the very least, it’s an interesting story to tell. I can’t say I’ve had nearly as memorable a meeting.” Many people saw the woman as cruel for the simple fact that she didn’t bother with most people. What most people forgot was that they gave her a reason not to so. So far, this male had not.

John looked over at the woman, feeling a little bad when he saw that she was struggling for a moment but when she seemed to have steadied herself, the man was quick to get to work and open his car so he could put the items away bit by bit. He wasn’t quite sure how he’d managed to carry all these bags all the way over to his car in the first place but right now he simply appreciated his work outs and the stranger’s help. “I just don’t want to be a burden,” John reasoned with a smile as he put the coffees on top of his car so he could rummage around and make space for the rest of the things he’d gotten. “Well, I’m glad you think so! I definitely appreciate this a lot,” he told her, grinning almost apologetically as he reached out to take the bags from her again. Chuckling at her words, John was quick to give a nod. “And you’re quite right about that! It is pretty unique, isn’t it? In my defense, I was supposed to have someone with me but they bailed and I didn’t feel like going in a second time to get supplies,” he reasoned, biting his lip as he thought for a moment, putting the rest of the bags into the back of his car. “By the way - would you happen to enjoy coffee by any chance?”

[johnwintersx]

wxnderdi·:

Diana didn’t like to dawdle. The beat of her heels clacking against the ground was quick and consistent, just how she liked it. Dawdling wasted time, time that, as District Attorney, she just didn’t have. This lack of time meant she wasn’t fond of people interrupting her, especially on her lunch break. However, the British accent and the sheer… helplessness of the other managed to bring about a moment of generosity. “Shebang? Been a while since I’ve heard that word.” Slipping her phone in her bag, manicured hands reached out to grab some of the other male’s items. “I’d hope this isn’t a regular occurance for you. Although I suppose it’s a way of meeting new people.”

John genuinely hadn’t expected the rather luxurious looking woman to help him out and yet, he was quickly reminded that he shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. When she pointed out that she hadn’t heard that word in a while, John couldn’t help but laugh. “I was lacking another word for all this – it’s a mess, really,” he said, an amused grin resting on his features. “Thank you so much,” he said when the woman took pity on him and shot her a genuinely thankful smile as he maneuvered the rest of his bags to his other arm so he could free his right one in order to retrieve his car keys. At her words, another chuckle escaped John and he was quick to shake his head. “Not at all. If anything, I make it a point not to bother people or asking random strangers to carry my things,” he told her, pulling a face. “This is an exception though you make a good point – it is a very good way to get in touch with others.”

[pajamasecrets]

[johnwintersx]

alexwilsxn·:

Alex had been getting out of his car to go into the coffee shop when he heard a voice. It had only been a couple of days since Alex had come back to Philadelphia, and he was still exploring the city. Most of his previous time had been spent at the stables almost exclusively. There was still so much to do and see. So many people to meet, especially if he thought he was going to be staying in the city for an extended period of time. There had been very few days when Alex hadn’t talked to or gone out with friends. Now that he was away from them, he would have to find some new ones. He turned his head, finding a man holding quite a few coffees along with some full bags. There was no way the man was going to be able to get into his car, and Alex wasn’t one to turn down a fellow person in need of help.

“Yeah, sure!” Alex ran up to help the man, taking the bags from his hands and standing next to him. “That’s quite the load you’ve got there. Preparing for a busy day?”

John was quick to shoot the stranger an almost apologetic smile and god knew he hated asking for help usually but he didn’t feel like dropping the overpriced coffee he’d gotten, let alone the art supplies and books his bags held. “Thanks so much, you’re honestly saving my life right now,” he joked as he was quick to switch hands to hold the coffees in his left one instead. “My car’s right over there,” he said, nodding towards it where it was parked only a few meters away. “That’s very kind of you and I’m so sorry to be keeping you, I was supposed to have someone come along but they canceled on me the very last minute,” he explained with furrowed brows as he reached for his keys with his shaky hand to unlock his car. 

The art professor chuckled at the man’s question and gave a nod. “You could say that! I’m preparing for a few summer workshops I help out with and thought it would be a bright idea to volunteer gathering all kinds of supplies,” he explained with a grin. “Granted, I didn’t think this through at all. I probably shouldn’t have gotten it all in one go.”

[johnwintersx]

cassidy-bolton·:

John looked too amused aboutthe situation.  If it were any otherchild besides his own, he probably would find it entertaining as well.  “Not all of us can be saints like you,” hesmirked.  “I am working on it though,just half the time I do not even realize it is happening until it is too late.”  With the other kids, he never had an issuesince he only had to watch himself on the weekends.  “C’mon a whole summer to explore, sleep in,relax and watch mindless television.  Itsounds great…starting to think I chose the wrong profession,” he joked.  Cassidy shook his head, “I swear the summersare wasted on you my friend.”  Regardlessif Patrick wanted to do it, Cassidy figured he would push the kid into it.  Mainly to get from under his twin’s thumb andto focus on things that he appeared to be passionate about.  “The one for kids is free?  Lily is definitely going to be going toit.  She has way too much energy andneeds an outlet.”  Hearing the costs forthe tens, Cassidy sucked in air and cringed slightly.  $80 to him was a lot of money, but he noddedfiguring he could ask Daniel for an advancement.  “Sounds good, I am excited for Patrick, Ireally think this will be good for him. He needs to branch out more.  Anyway,what’s been going on with you?  Seeinganyone?”

John couldn’t help it – he knew Cassidy’s kids after all and also knew that the other male was doing his best so he didn’t think much of it. He knew that it was easy to slip, especially when it came to the adult language. “I’m going to blame it on my oh so posh upbringing,” John joked lightheartedly, grinning amusedly. “I’m sure it happens to other parents all the time. It’s different when you’re a teacher – you can control and watch yourself for those few hours a day but you have them all the time so that’s different,” he sympathized before a laugh escaped him. “Who says I don’t do anything fun in my spare time? I have plenty of time for that during the summer still. Don’t worry, I don’t put that much on my plate,” John explained with a shrug. “It is pretty wonderful. Who else could say this about their job? I feel quite lucky,” he confirmed, chuckling. “Yes! The museum is pretty generous when it comes to those workshops. Sometimes they charge the admission but then it’ll include the exhibit as well as the workshop,” the brunet explained. “I’m sure she’s going to love it! They offer a lot of fun and very hands on activities.” John, being as sensitive and empathetic as he was immediately noticed the shift on Cassidy’s features when he told him the fee for the youth program. A soft smile curved his lips. “I’m sure I can pull some strings there though. I could tell them he’s my nephew, ” he joked though he was serious about the pulling some strings. “I mean it though, I can definitely arrange something because I know it’s not exactly cheap,” John said before nodding. “I have a feeling he’ll like it. Maybe he’ll make some friends there as well. It’s got a lovely atmosphere to it because most of the workshops are outside as well,” he shared before a small grin settled on his features. “With me? Oh, you know – the same old,” he said, waving him off. “I’ve been working quite a bit, graded a lot of papers and consumed gallons of coffee so I’m just glad things are slowing down,” John said. “As for seeing anyone…I’m not, actually. I did go on a date a few weeks ago though but we didn’t really see eye to eye so – we didn’t go for a second meeting,” he went on before looking back at Cassidy again. “What about you? Got any luck in love these days?”

[johnwintersx]

John wasn’t sure how exactly he got himself intro situations like these but somehow he managed to quite often - maybe he was being too nice constantly after all. Right now though, the art professor was trying his best to somehow navigate carrying several bags of supplies along with a cup holder that held two cups of coffee to his car. One of them had been meant for his co-worker who had, unfortunately, let him know after he’d already been on the go, that she wasn’t coming to help him out which left him to his own devices. He would’ve been fine, completely fine, if it hadn’t been for the pesky little tremor in his right hand, a reminder of his accident that seemed to sneak up on him at the most impractical times, just like it was right now. Having lived with it for years, John was able to tell when it’d start up by now so he was quick to seek out the first person that didn’t look like they were going to turn down his request. “Excuse me,” he called over, shooting them a helpless smile. “Would you mind holding this for me for just one second?” The Englishman asked hopefully, his brows furrowed as he gave an awkward chuckle, nodding at the coffees. “I have to somehow rearrange this whole...shebang without dropping my sacred ray of hope for the day.”

[johnwintersx]

cassidy-bolton‌:

The redhead threw his head back as he rolled his eyes, “yes,” he exasperated.  “I have talked to her about that kind of language. Not that it does me much good, because the more I seem upset by it the funnier she finds the whole situation and keeps saying it.”  Of course, one of the simple answers was he needed to start being more aware of his own language in front of his six-year-old.  Usually, Cassidy had no issue with confrontation except when it came to his family.  Especially Daniel who towered over him and probably will use the words, I am disappointed in you.  A phrase he was all familiar with from countless people. “You impress me, if I had the chance to have summers off I would be doing as little as possible.  Just trying to relax or something, but I think that I awesome.”  He thought for a moment about his own children, “You know what?  I think Patrick would benefit greatly from something like that.  The kid follows his twin like a lost puppy most of the time; he really needs to find something for himself.  I wonder if he would be interested in it.  Out of the kids, he tends to be the more musically and artistically inclined one. Hmmm…Now you got me thinking about it. Plus I know Lily would love a workshop as well.  When is this teen workshop?  Also how much is it?”

A wide grin spread over John’s features at Cassidy’s reaction. He’d been sure that the other male already went through all that but still, he felt like he should be asking further. “That is a very common thing, sadly. I try not to swear as much anyways but sometimes slip ups happen, don’t worry about it too much,” he suggested, aware that it was a challenge to keep it PG 24/7. He couldn’t relate to the feeling of having to adjust having kids around for that long, considering he didn’t whenever his work day was over with and now that he was teaching college students, John didn’t really have that problem anymore anyways. “Oh, god – no. I’d lose my mind if I didn’t have anything to do for so long. Boredom and me don’t mix well, my friend,” John shared with a laugh. “I’ll find the time to relax though, I have no doubt but I still need some things to do other than having coffee and sitting around in the park,” he joked before his eyes lightened up. “I’m sure he’d love it! And if not, at least you can say you made the offer and gave him the opportunity to give it a go,” the brunet encouraged, happy about the interest Cas was showing. “The one for kids is free as far as I know though donations are encouraged. The supplies are sponsored by the art museum,” John explained. “The teen workshop takes place at the end of July and I’m pretty sure it’s about $80 for supplies.”

[johnwintersx]

cassidy-bolton·:

Of course, Cassidy should have known John would have found thewhole situation funny.  Although, he hadto admit, if it had not been his own kid and if he did not just get a verballashing he too would have found it amusing. “Right now, I am just praying she does not say those words in front ofour family.  I swear, I fucking use mypleases and thank yous in front of her, but will she every use thosewords?  No! She has to repeat the cursewords instead.”  Relief filled hisfeatures hearing the man agreed her deserved a strong drink, especially sincehe was about to order one regardless.  “John, you are an absolute angel,” he smiled. Shrugging at his next question, “I guess.  I mean Dan and I haven’t talked, but it isprobably because I am avoiding him.  Whatabout you man?  How is life?  Are you teaching summer courses?  Or do you have a few months off?”

From a teacher’s perspective, John obviously wouldn’t approve of that kind of behavior for a kid but considering that this was personal, he found it absolutely hysterical – to be fair, he probably still would’ve had to keep down a laugh had it happened in front of him. He understood how frustrating it must’ve been for her father though and how uncomfortable to be in that kind of situation. He could only imagine how hard it was having your kids around almost every minute of the day. “Have you had a conversation with her yet?” John asked, genuinely curious to know how Cassidy handled the situation. A small smile spread on the man’s lips and he let out a laugh at his words. “That’s what I aim to be so I’m glad my scheme is working,” he joked before humming understandingly. “I can’t blame you. I’m not too great with confrontation so I’d probably avoid him myself,” John admitted empathetically. “Oh, yes – I am teaching a few courses but it will be a lot less work than usual. You know I’m terrible at sitting around and doing nothing so I’m happy to do it. I’m also helping out with some art related workshops here and there so if you ever need a break – I’d be happy to sign your kids up! It should be fun. We have a program for teenagers as well,” John offered.  

[johnwintersx]

cassidy-bolton·:

The sight of a familiar facebrought a relief over Cassidy’s face as he sat across the person.  Sighing heavily, he started to rub histemples as he stared down at the table between them.  “On a scale from one to ten, how bad is itthat your child may or may not be calling people a fucking twat when angry?”  The redhead man questioned as he slowlylifted his gaze to make eye contact.  “Afterthe last few weeks I have had, not to mention the conversation I had to havewith the daycare provider who by the way gave me the dirtiest look, I think I deserve a strong drink.  Please indulge me tonight.”

John’s head immediately perked up when Cassidy sat across from him and he shot him an empathetic smile, tilting his head as he allowed for him to settle first. He could tell the other male was a little on edge and frankly, he couldn’t blame him. When Cassidy started talking though, John wasn’t able to hold back the genuine snort that escaped him at his question. “Oh, Jesus,” he mumbled, the amusement evident on his features. “Technically, my friend, it’d be a very strong eleven but I have to admit, it’d most likely make me laugh,” he admitted, looking back at the other. “No, that is fair enough. You do deserve a strong drink, maybe even two of those so I’m not only indulging you, I’m also buying you one,” John announced. “Have things settled for you a little again though?”

[johnwintersx]

elliematthews·:

She nodded at his question, “I feel like most people just have a typical coffee order,” she explained. She noticed the barista looking her way and she ordered her caramel macchiato with almond milk, same as always. She listened to his spiel, which honestly sounded a little like an existential crisis. “Oh my god dude, it’s coffee, just ask them to surprise you and be done with it.”

John smiled and gave a nod. “Oh, I have one of those myself but I’m getting rather bored with it. I come in almost every day and get the same thing for weeks on end so a little bit of change won’t hurt,” he explained himself and he couldn’t help the flush that spread on his cheeks when the stranger called him out. “But if it’s just coffee, how come there are so many options? It’s bound to get complicated and very confusing if you actually do start weighing your options like I’m doing right now,” he told her with a laugh. “Isn’t that a very obnoxious thing to do? I think I’ll just go with something simple. A latte should be fine,” John pondered, feeling a little silly now. 

[johnwintersx]

nina-floress‌:

“I would not kill you but I would certainly be more than a bit disappointing.” Nina admitted with a laugh, looking down at John. “Especially when I have made quite the spectacle of myself climbing up here. Perhaps for nothing.” She turned her attention for the man back to the banner a number of feet higher than her on the statue. If it still wasn’t straight it would likely take far more playing with than she was prepared to give. “I do appreciate your concern, but I promise that I am more capable than I may appear. Even in this outfit.” she grinned before nodding her head. “Though I will not turn down your help. But if it is dangerous for me, is it not dangerous for you as well?” she questioned with a raised brow. “You could just as easily fall, and I am not sure I would like to see you get hurt either.” she chuckled.

Still, Nina moved over just slightly on the pediment so that there was room for him to climb up next to her. “I think between the both of us though, we could make it perfect.” she decided. “Will you be coming to the new exhibit once it opens next week, John?” she asked, looking at him hopefully. She genuinely enjoyed spending time with the art professor and was curious to see what he’d think about the new exhibit she was setting up. “Some of your students may actually like it.”

“Ouch!” John exclaimed, putting a hand across his chest in a mocking manner. “Don’t you know that it hurts me more if someone’s being disappointed in me than me actually getting killed?” He joked, grinning before shaking his head. “I wouldn’t say it was for nothing. It does look quite nice up there, it’s only a little crooked on the side,” he explained to her. “But it’s not too bad so if I were you, I’d just leave it,” John said truthfully. “I have no doubt. I have to admit, this is very impressive,” he added, chuckling. “I mean, if you’re fine with the way it looks I could do the least and help you get back down? That’d at least ensure that neither of us gets severely hurt in this,” he pointed out, his head still tilted up so he could see her and he let out a laugh when she’d already made a move to make space for him. John wasn’t the kind of person to let anyone down, so there was no way he wouldn’t get up there with her to help.

He rubbed his hands together and walked in closer, taking in the situation to see where he could find a footing to join her. “I have no doubt. There’s nothing more precise than four eyes that belong to art enthusiasts,” John joked lightheartedly as he joined her, climbing with careful steps in hopes that his body would be fine with the strain. “You bet! I wouldn’t miss it,” he told her sincerely. It was true after all, he’d come to almost every exhibit so far and was never any less excited for them. “I’ll definitely check it out to see if it’d be something they’d enjoy. They’re probably sick of me dragging them out here by now but I’m just hopeful that they’ll remember those trips and that they inspire them as much as they inspire me.”

[henycavil]

[johnwintersx]

rhiannonpruitt‌:

“I survived on coffee when I was a student here, but now that I’m back as an alumnus, I don’t know how I functioned. Now, too much coffee makes me jittery,” Rhiannon admitted as she ordered. “Where are you from? I’m guessing you’re British?” she asked, hoping that her assumption was on point. “Are you a visiting scholar?” she asked further before placing her order, taking his advice and going with the croissant to accompany a cup of green tea. “I’d say go for the matcha latte, it’s like the perfect middle ground between coffee and tea - and it has enough caffeine, but not an overload,” she suggested. “I’m going to sit, I have a couple hours before I’m needed elsewhere. You’re welcome to join, if you’d like,” she offered politely.”

John’s eyes widened as a genuine grin spread on his lips. “No way! May I ask what you’re doing here being back and all? I have to admit, I’m no stranger to surviving on coffee. I’m not at the point where it makes me jittery but maybe that’s because that seems to be my default mode,” he joked before his brows raised at the woman’s question. “You guess right. I’m from London originally but I’ve been living here for the past eight years now. I did my PHD here as well,” he told her with a small smile. “I can’t seem to shake the way I speak but then again, it makes me stand out a bit,” John teased. “So no, I’m not a visiting scholar. I teach here regularly,” the male explained in a friendly manner before he fell silent for the time being, letting his companion order in peace. “That does sound quite tempting. I think I’ve made my mind up then thanks to you,” he announced with a chuckle and looked back at her. “I’d love to if I’m not a bother. I don’t have to be anywhere for a while either so I could do with some pleasant company,” he said with a grin, thankful for her kind offer before he went ahead and placed his order – a simple matcha latte with a chocolate chip cookie to go with it and give in to his sweet tooth.

[johnwintersx]

adrianrourke·:

“Good to see ya, mate. Still indecisive as ever, I see,” Adrian greeted his old friend in jest, shaking the man’s hand. “It’s been a while, aye?” he commented as he ordered his usual - flat white. “Some things never change. Maybe you should try something… millennial,” Adrian suggested. “The PSL has yet to make its debut, but matcha is a new thing,” he continued, acting like no time had passed between the last time he and John had seen each other. “What’s new with you?” he asked, looking down at his naked ring finger. “Diana and I officially went our separate ways, but we both share custody of Hales. My practice is going well, can’t complain.”

A wide smile spread on John’s features when a familiar voice and face greeted him upon his offer to skip him in line. He laughed and gave Adrian’s hand a squeeze. “Adrian! It’s so good to see you, too, man. How’ve you been?” Granted, he wasn’t doing much to hide his excitement, after all it was nothing but genuine. “They say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks, but I’d be damned if I didn’t at least bloody try,” John was quick to point out, a small laugh escaping him. “Do you reckon my students would think I’m cool if I started coming in with a matcha latte from now on?” He joked, pulling a face. “I haven’t really tried either of those to be fair but the PSL sounds like it’d be too sweet, even for me,” he told him. It was comfortable talking to Adrian, even after the time that had gone by. It didn’t feel like much had changed at all, even when it had in their personal life. “There’s nothing new, really. I still teach kids, I still like art a lot,” he said, smiling before it faltered slightly and his eyes fell to where the other male had once worn a wedding band. “I’m so sorry to hear that, mate…how are you holding up?” He asked, his brows furrowed, though his face lightened up when he heard about the shared custody. “Oh, that’s so good. For Hayley’s sake, too,” John added. “I’m glad you can’t complain otherwise though, I’ve been hoping that life was treating you well. How’s the little lady doing? She’s about four now, right?”