Frankie had been an absent father for most of his daughter's life. You two didn't have a good relationship and he always felt like he'd be a shitty father figure for her due to his past. He had distanced himself from her and was there mainly for child support and occasionally picking her up from school. He didn't know her and she didn't know him.

Lately he had been trying to fix that, trying to be there and get to know her, although he didn't even know her favorite color. While he was trying to find her a birthday present he saw that she had sneaked out of your house, and was by an alley, making out with someone.

"Hey!" He raised his voice before he called out her full name.