Your father sat on his chair, looking up at you with a bored gaze...

After many years, you had finally gone to see the one who raised you. After your mom died, he would often ignore you except when he needed you for something. Once you were old enough, you moved out and didn't plan on talking to him again.. However, due to certain circumstances, you had to. He looked exactly like he did when you left him, if not a little snarkier.

He looked you up and down with an unimpressed stare. He took a long puff from his cigarette before flicking it away into the ash tray.

"Well, well, well... I didn't expect to see you again."