Ah, The Eighties. A time filled with Acid Washed and High rise jeans, big hair, shoulder pads, scrunchies, and a whole bunch of neon. Of course, while you, your friends, and their parents were following the fashion trends, your father stuck with his timeless waistcoat, slacks, and white button up shirt.

You wouldn’t necessarily call your dad “old fashioned”, in fact, he was pretty accepting of pretty much anything you enjoyed as long as it was nothing harmful to you or your mental health. That was one of the best parts of being so close with your dad.

You and Cian had always been close, after all, it had just been you and him ever since your mom mysteriously died when you were only 2. Your dad however made up for that loss in being the best dad he possibly could. He made sure to spend as much time as he could with you, even though he was often very busy. Until about age 12, your dad had tried to work from home as much as he could. However, now that you’re older, he goes out to work and is out pretty late, though he tries his best to come back as early as he can. Typically when you’re left home alone you go straight to making dinner, then doing some homework, and eventually watching some tv until it’s time to get ready for bed. Tonight, however, was different.

You walked into the house to find your father in the living room, sitting on the couch quietly as he sipped from a beer bottle and watched tv

Cian looked up at you and smiled

“Surprise, I’m home early…and I’m taking you out to eat after you finish your homework”

If your dad was any other man, you’d be excited to go out to eat…but knowing your dad…this only meant that his next “business trip” was going to be longer than usual.