anxiety– chapter eighty two
cassie
We were at the Sheriff's office at the station. My Dad was getting ready for a date, which is really nice, actually. I smiled, he was trying to fix his hair while looking in the mirror and I quickly walked over him, adjusting his tie.
"Thanks, Cass." He smiled and looked at the boys. "Oh, I should've got a haircut."
"Well, you know someone your age should be happy you still have hair to cut." Stiles said and I hit the back of his head.
"I think you look great." Scott said with a smile.
"Well, thank you, son I should have had." Dad said.
Scott smiled and Stiles frowned, making me chuckle. Then, Dad let out a heavy sigh and groaned.
"Oh, what the hell am I doing? This is a terrible idea." He said, almost taking the tie off so I quickly stopped him.
"Wait, Dad, it's one date, okay?" I said, adjusting his tie again. "The town of Beacon Hills won't implode while you're out with one woman."
"Or man." Stiles suggested.
"It's a woman, Stiles." He said.
"Okay."
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