The tall man, over six feet, nestled closer, a playful grin on his face. "Well, then it looks like Little Bulb and I will be relying on my amazing wife!"
Malcolm and I had known each other since we were kids.
We lived in the same apartment complex but on different floors. His parents were always busy with work, so my dad set an extra place at the table for him. Back then, he used to always steal the drumstick from my plate, so I wasn't exactly thrilled about his presence.
Malcolm was two years older than me. I was already a kindergarten kid when we first met. Despite my initial annoyance, I was easily won over by a piece of candy he offered. Later, he would bring over his new Transformers toys to share, and I'd eagerly invite him to help build sandcastles. It wasn't long before we became inseparable friends, walking hand in hand.
Malcolm was the neighborhood genius, known far and wide for his academic prowess. Meanwhile, I was often the last kid in the back row of the classroom, barely keeping up.