Ethan’s pov
“What was that about?”
The words slipped out before I could stop them. I leaned back in my chair, the taste of coffee lingering on my tongue as Helena’s perfume still floated faintly in the air even though she was gone. She had left after a few minutes, smiling after exchanging numbers with me with promises to go out sometime.
My father smiled, stirring his cup like a man who did nothing wrong.
“What do you mean?” he asked smoothly faking innocence. “She’s pretty, isn’t she?”
I studied his face, trying to find something that hinted that he was joking.
“I’m not talking about her being pretty. I’m talking about that entire performance. The whole act, the coincidence of her just showing up the same time I’m here”
He chuckled, “You’re overthinking it, son. It’s just a nice
