Incredible Michael Ventura

Humiliation at the restaurant.

Michael's phone buzzed interrupting his quiet evening at home he'd planned for himself. The caller ID read, "James."

Michael’s heart softened, a smile tugging at his lips. James was a good friend, the kind who'd been there for him when things had been rough, especially during the time Ryan had tossed him into a trash alley. James had been his savior, providing him with fresh clothes and healing oils.

"Hey, James," Michael greeted, "It’s been a while. How have you been?"

James's voice came over the line, warm and familiar. “I’ve been good, Mike. Listen, I was calling to invite you to my cousin's birthday. Melody's turning 23, you remember her?”

A pang of reluctance hit him. Melody was far from his favorite person. “Ah, James, you know she and I don’t exactly get along.”

James was quick to reassure him. “I know, I know. But she’s changed, Mike. I promise she won’t give you a hard time. Besides, I could use a friendly face there.”

Michael sighed. He owed James, and he was not one to for