HIS TRUTH
She walked up to the cafe; she was going to meet him here for the first time since she was two. She wasn't frighten he was her father... her blood father; she stood outside of the cafe looking inside wondering why did it take him so long to contact her again. Was he that busy... or was he just avoiding her earliest memory of him wasn't her best. She pushed the door in the bell rang alerting that there's a new customer in the building. She brushed her purple hair out her eyes, scanning the room, "Over here, Dew" she heard her name she turned to see a man in his late forties waving at her. She walked over at the table, taking a set