“Baba!” I looked to my father for help, and he looked at his wife.“Rosette.”“What? Oh, you, you’re just upset I won the bet,” she waved my father off, and I frowned. Nearly twenty-four years of marriage, and they still bickered like new couples.“Bet?…ugh, you know what? I don’t even want to ask.” I shook my head. “We’re heading out,” I said quickly. “Kyler’s got a gig tonight. He invited me.” My father’s eyes flicked between he two of us as he followed his arms over his chest. His brown eyes were sharp. The kind that would make a man shake in his boots. “A gig?”Kyler was the one to speak now, “Yes, sir.” he said with a smile. “You don’t need to worry, your daughter is in safe hands.” As if to make his point, he held his inked hands up before him, and my father instantly zeroed in on the black nail polish and tattoo etched into the skin of his hand. He was quiet for a moment, and I was almost worried he’d say no. But how could he say no to his only daughter?
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