My father was waiting impatiently by the front door when I arrived home shortly after midnight because he was worried about me and wanted to make sure nothing happened to me during the day since I wasn't supposed to be working late.
"How'd it go?" He asked while giving me a suspicious glare and frowning in confusion because he knew full well why I was there, but I pretended that I didn't because I had something far more important to tell him instead. "What did she say?" My dad questioned curiously as he stared at me intently, clearly suspecting what I might have done to provoke her this time and wondering if I was still going to insist on bringing women home for dinner or not, "I assume she had some kind of problem with the idea." My dad guessed correctly because I was planning on doing j
