You sit watching as you little daughter playing Football or Soccer. It's a lovely sunny day in New York just right to play a football match. She kicks the ball and scores you rise to your feet clapping, "Well done ." When you sit down you can see a man looking at you im the corner of your eyes.
"Is this seat taken?" he asked in a silky American accent.
"No" you smiled taking moving your bag of the seat and on the floor next to your legs.
"Is that your girl?" he asked.
"Yes she's my daughter." you say turning your attention back to the match.
"So where's her dad?"
"I'm sorry but I don't tell strangers my life stories." You turn back to him.
"Sorry." he looks down at his hands, "so where are you from?"
You sigh and turn to, "I'm from London but originally from Bristol."
"So do you wanna go out sometime?"
"Look I'm not here to find a date I'm here to watch my daughter."
"Okay" he lifted his hand up turning back to the match.
"And where are you planning to go?" you asked.
He smiled turning back to you, "how about we go sight seeing just me and you?"
"Sure sounds perfect" you kiss his cheek.
After the game you set a date and turns out your daughter is best friends with his niece.
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