Mistaken Love

Chapter Thirty-nine.

   Rachel: He's on his way up there. Are you sure you don't need me to secretly come with?

Me: Alright. I'm sure. I'll be alright. I believe this needs to be done one on one. 

I slide my phone back inside my hoodie pocket, as I leaned back into the comfy, leather booth. I eyed the full glass of water, that sat peacefully in front of me, as I ran a shaky hand through my hair.

It's been a few days since the whole incident with Rachel, her father and I and today's the day him and I agreed to have our conversation today at 3:00 o'clock. I've tossed and turned all night, nervous for this afternoon to unfold. Hell, I even arrived at this small diner an hour early, as I nervously drank 5 glasses of water; this glass being my 6th. My server looked at me, as if I was losing my mind, but when I told her I was having a meeting with my girlfriend's father, her and the rest of the employees understood, as they had left me to my own devices, until he shows up.

A small jingle of a bell erupted into my ears, as I turned my head towards the front entrance. My heart plummeted into the pit of my stomach at the sight of Rachel's father walking towards the booth I had saved for us.

Keep it cool, Sam. Keep it cool...

Once Rachel's father approached, he flash a small smile, before taking a seat in the empty spot in front of me. I returned a nervous one back, as my eyes trailed to my hands that trembled lightly in my lap.

"You're a bit early." He remarked, as he ordered a cup of coffee.

I nodded lightly, as I took a few sips of my water. "I didn't want to be late, sir." I proclaimed, nervously.

A smile formed across his face, as he crossed his arms. "Responsible, I see." He nodded in approval.

Silence rose around the table, as our server returned with Rachel's father's coffee. She then pulled out a note pad, as she proceed to take his order.

"Are you hungry? I can order you something if you like." He asked.

My stomach growled in acceptance, but my brain was against the idea. I shook my head, as I held out a hand. "I'm alright. Thank you though." I responded softly.

He shook his head, as he returned his attention to our server. "He'll just have a plate of French fries to start with. Can I also get a plate of fried mushrooms as well?"

Our server scribbled across her note pad, before trotting off towards the kitchen to announce our order.

"Thank you, but you really didn't have to." I began, as I took small sips at my water.

Rachel's father shook his head, as I placed his coffee mug down on the table. "Don't worry about it." He spoke. "After all, I'm not sure how long our conversation is going to be, and it would be a shame if I set you home hungry." He claimed.

My heart sped up, as I nearly choked on my water. "Right." I mumbled, clearly forgetting why I have been sitting here for merely an hour.

I keep my lips pressed against the chilled glass, as my eyes trailed to meet the man who sat upon me. He slowly crossed his arms in a relaxed manor, as he opened his mouth to speak.

"From the moment Rachel had brought you into our home," he began. "I thought of you as a kind and caring kid for my daughter to date. You showed an excellent first impression; better than any of the friends or previous significant others that my children had introduced us to before." He admitted. "However, I have never thought the day would come, where I had to have this conversation with my daughter's boyfriend." He paused, as he cleared his throat.