Rose perked up a bit at the sight of her father. She didn't hide the fact that he was her favorite parent. Rose ignored the way her stomach jumped a little. She wasn't looking forward to breaking news to him.
"Yes," she said, rising. They walked to the door, and then were outside. It was a nice night, cool but not cold. "How are you, daddy?" Small talk. Rose wasn't terrible at it, but it was obvious she wanted to talk about more than their days and the weather.