Both my parents and my brother looked at him. He had a black shirt and trousers on as if he came for an interview. His shoulder length hair combed behind and he looked dashing. That was new...
I have always seen him in jeans and t-shirts.
I narrowed my gaze at him. My mother yanked away her hand and glared at him. He was taller than my father and even when he was glaring at Callahan, it seemed more like he was intimidating my father instead.
"What—what are you doing here?" I asked in a low voice.
"Well, of course to meet your family." He said smiling.
"And how do you know we came?" My father asked with doubtful gazes.
"Miory told me," Callahan simply answered.
I furrowed my brows as my mother asked, "Who is that?"
"Err..." A voice came as we all looked in the direction and the
