♡Run Boy Run♡

6 "I would never want to hurt you."

I looked in the mirror, admiring my black floral dress that I hadn't worn in so long.

My dad wanted us to dress "fancy" for this dinner. Even though I think it's just a casual thing to do. If so, I don't mind being a little over dressed.

"Hannah! You almost ready?" My dad yells from the bottom of the stairs.

"Yeah, I'll be right there!" I check my makeup quickly, then give myself one last look in the mirror, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. Then head downstairs.

I walk into the kitchen, catching my dad struggling to tie his tie. "Here, dad." I laugh, looking at the jumbled mess, he'd been trying to perfect.

I fix it to perfection in about five seconds, taking him by surprise. He looked at me shocked. Then just shook it off. "Okay." He rubbed his hands together. "Are we ready?" He seemed really nervous actually.

"Okay, we'll only be five minutes early. Is that too much? Should we just wait? We should probably wait, huh?" He checks his wristwatch.

"Dad, let's just go!" I laugh, then start walking to the door. "You have nothing to be nervous about." I reassure him, with a smile.

"You're right." He takes a deep breath, then opens the door.

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"Hi Hannah! Mr. Michelson." Alison answers the door with her big charming smile. Letting us in.

"Oh please, call me Patrick." My dad smiles, his body language drenched in nervousness.

As we walk into the kitchen Alison sends me a look, she could also tell that my dad was nervous. I laughed lightly at her.

A woman with the same blonde hair and green eyes as Alison greets us politely, shaking my dads hand. "Hi I'm Anna, it's nice to finally meet you Patrick." They even share that same, big, beautiful smile.

"And you must be Hannah! I've heard lots about you." She greets me with a handshake and a smile.

"It's nice to meet you." I smile again, my hands connecting behind my back.

"Alison could you please tell your brother to come downstairs." She whispers to Alison. But then I see Tristan, coming down the stairs. His eyes immediately connecting with mine.

"Oh Tristan, there you are." His eyes shift away from mine, and onto my dad instead. Sending a quick "hey".

"Alright. Shall we all sit down?" Anna, smiles, walking towards the food filled table.

"Wow, this looks amazing Anna." My dad comments as we all take a seat. Tristan sitting directly across from me, same for Anna and my dad, while Alison sits on the end of the table.

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We're about halfway through the dinner, so far. My dad and Anna have intense chemistry. Wow, I sure didn't see that one coming. *que the sarcasm*

Tristan has been completely silent, besides the fact that he can't stop staring at me. And his feet can't keep to themselves under the table. I won't deny the fact that I've glanced at him a couple times. He's kind of attractive now that I've had more time to study his face.

Just as I'm thinking this, Tristan's foot nudges mine slightly. My eyes shooting to his face, but he's completely indulged in the conversation that Alison, Anna and my dad are sharing. I bite my cheeks as I try to refrain myself from smiling at his actions.