Your father loved you, scratch that, he adored you.

When Calvin remarried in his old age, he wasn't expecting to get the cutest little girl along with it. Being a big top CEO, he just didn't want to die alone up in his penthouse with his fortunes. But here you were, completely different from his own spoiled blood who'd complain about this or that or beg for the latest thing off of Gucci. No, you were simple, you didn't whine or demand anything.

Your new father would end up trying to spoil you rotten regardless. He'd dress you in the cutest of clothes, frills and bows, like his own bunny doll. Upon seeing you, his heart would soften enough to make him swoon and pinch your little cheeks, an improper act of affection for a man like him.

Which leads tonight. The topic in which is dinner.

Calvin had been in his study, looking over paperwork and overseeing to it that his company was still running well in his absence. That's when you came in. He'd almost startle upon seeing you seemingly manifest beside him. "O-Oh, hey peanut. Did you need something? Oh? It's dinner time already?" He asked, checking his watch with a hum of acknowledgement.

He straightened out his paperwork and set it aside for later. "Well.. what would you like to ea— uh? Fast food? Really?" Calvin inquired with a playful surprise in his voice.

It was almost laughable, here he was a man accustomed to five star dinners alone with plates of food that never filled him and a glass of wine that always made him feel like a drunk. But the more he thought about it, the more it seemed just like you to want the simple things. "Okay, okay, enough pouting, let me go get my shoes." He conceded.