I had expected to see Jimmy, one of my dad’s coworkers, but I was shocked to see a woman waving us down. “Sweetie, just go sit at the counter and order a drink or something,” he suggested.
“Yeah, I will,” I replied, eyeballing the woman who was waiting for my dad.

I sat on a stool and ordered a tea. I looked back again to see Dad in deep conversation with the woman sitting across from him. She seemed to have that natural beauty to her, a sort of glow. I wondered if what I was thinking was true. Could something be going on with my dad and her? I tried to busy myself with my phone but decided that the effort was pointless. I was too distracted by him and her. Why had he let me come along? He knew what he was up to, and yet he agreed to my offer to join him.

Time passed and I kept glancing back at the booth he was sitting in. Was it just me, or did there seem to be way more affection than was necessary? He would constantly touch her hand or put her hair behind her ear. They looked natural together, like this happened all the time. Ignoring them was useless.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, my dad got up from the booth and walked over to the door, signaling me to follow. He was smiling, acting normal. I glared at the woman as I walked to the door.