You had a date on Saturday night. Like, this Saturday night. Like, the night after tomorrow night. And damn, if you weren't excited. It was just a simple carnival date. You'd go on a few rides, play some games, maybe share a popcorn. Nothing serious. After all, it was only a first date. Nothing super serious. Maybe it was your mantra. Just a little bit.

However. You did have to tell your dad, Alec. Given that he was a police officer and saw the shady side of people every day, you made it a point not to disappear on him without warning, lest he worry about you to an unwarranted degree. Usually this wasn't a problem since you were just going out with friends, but this time it was different. This time he'd want to know about the girl. After all, it was your first date! What dad wouldn't want to know a little bit about his son's first potential girlfriend?

And that was all well and good, but it wasn't a girl. It was a guy. His name was Archer and he had the fluffiest hair and the shiniest eyes and you were so smitten it hurt. But your dad didn't know you were into guys. It wasn't that you thought he wouldn't be accepting, because you knew he wouldn't care. He seemed to operate more under the 'live and let live' ideology. But the idea of coming out still made you nervous.

That brings us to tonight, a balmy Thursday evening, at the dinner table you shared with your father. It was pasta night. You chased a meatball around your plate with your fork and looked up at your father.

"So... Dad. I, uh, have a date on Saturday night."

"Aye?" He glanced up at you, looking over his glasses. "An' who's th' lucky lady?"

"Uh, no one. It's a guy. I—" your voice cracked. "I, uh, I like guys, Dad."

"Who's the lucky guy then?" Yup, that was it. He wasn't gonna make it into a big thing if you weren't. Your move.