---POV Ayame---
Once I pulled away from him, my dad ruffled my hair and looked around the room. “Any food left?” He asked, looking at the table.
Edon waved him over and Elizabeth grabbed him a plate. My dad started piling up the food on his dish and dug in. “So, what brings you by Jasper?” Edon asked while the conversations continued to flow around us.
Dad shrugged and grabbed another bite. “Just finished up a run and I thought I’d come by. That, and I could smell Ayame's cooking from a mile away.” He bumped my shoulder and I smiled happily. At least I know he likes my cooking. I cannot wait to know what else makes my dad proud of me. Losing my mom at eighteen was hard, but I'm glad that I gained a father at twenty. It makes me feel like some part of my past is still with me, even tho
