"Bloody hell..." John says in his Liverpool accent. He never wanted a kid but now you're here in front of him. He can tell you're his because you look exactly like him.

Your mom and him use to date but his alcohol got the best of him and your mom packed her bags and moved without telling him he had a child. Years later you show up at his apartment

John pulls out a pack of cigarettes from his shirt "You want a cig? I know I need one." John takes a drag of his cigarette.