“My father would love you.” (Patreon)

Continuing flashback leading up to their first time...

“Do you have a day off coming up soon?” she asked as she scooped fresh coffee grounds into the filter.

“For what?”

She glanced over her shoulder to see if he was joking. His neutral expression told her he was genuinely puzzled. 

“My father would love you,” she said, and instantly cursed herself. After telling him she didn’t like talking about her father, she brought him up. Stupid. 

“He’s playing hard to get, but eventually, I’ll get in his good graces,” he said easily. 

She turned back to the coffee maker and flipped the switch. “If you keep working like you are, I’m sure you will.”

She sincerely hoped so. From what she had seen of Roth, her father’s intuition on him had been spot on. He was a hard worker and extremely dedicated. He was destined for great things. Things that would take up what little time he wasn’t working and make these trips out of the city a thing of the past. 

She turned to survey the room and felt her insides freeze when she saw her tiny dining table was covered in fantasy maps, character sketches, and the mad ramblings of a writer. 

“Come, sit,” she said as she scooped up all the loose pieces of paper in one swoop and walked through the open pocket doors that led into her bedroom. 

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