MY FRIENDS DAD TAKES ME (2)

She knocked on the door. Soon it was opened, but not by Jenny. Instead, it was her father. Robin smiled, happy to see him.

Although he was Jenny's father he didn't really seem like a parent. He was in his late thirties - he must have had Jenny when he was quite young - and looked good for his age. He was tanned with a strong jawline and a good build. He had short dark hair with a few flecks of gray.

He always had a slightly unshaven look and the hint of stubble suited him. Jenny's mother hadn't been around for years and he'd raised her on his own. As soon as he answered the door he broke into a smile that was contagious.

“Robin!” he said, “Good to see you! What can I do for you?”

“Hi Simon,” she said. He had always insisted on being called by his first name, “I just came to drop Jenny’s bag off for her, is she in?”

“No. Chris came by and picked her up. She said she sent you a message to tell you what she was up to?”

Chris. Of course, her boyfriend. He must have called and she