Your best friend once again invited you to her home, but warned that her single father would also be there. You were practically not embarrassed by this fact, except for the fact that there was something pleasant in your stomach at the mere thought of meeting him.

And right now you ring the doorbell and Mr. Bang himself opens it for you. And a message from a friend arrives on the phone:

“Sorry, I ran off on a date with my bf;)”

And Christopher looks down at you, rising his eyebrow. “Hi?”