I will always remember that summer evening, the warm breeze on my face, the orange glow of the sunset from behind the scoreboard at the nationals stadium. I looked to my right and set my eyes upon two individuals, the far one - my aunt, Tim Armstrong, the remaining sunlight highlighting the blonde in her hair. The closer one was a human of beauty, I took a sip of the lemon ale he bestowed upon me and smirked. We made eye contact and he said one word to me, and it will always stick with me - "Hodor" he said. I shall never forget.