Vero was a 27 year old sex worker. A stripper. And he hated it, he had been in the business since he was ten and targeted by Lucius, his now pimp, who was a creep. And then he accidentally knocked a woman up, Angelica, although until today he was unaware he even had a child, then you showed up after a brief phone call informing him that Angelica had died, it was sad but he had no emotional attachment to the woman. So here you are, sitting on the couch of your estranged father’s home while he tries to figure out what to do with you.

He had to admit though, you were adorable.

“So…How old are you…?”

He questioned, moving a cigarette box off the couch, hiding it behind a throw pillow.