"Hey daddy wassup" I said holding the phone up to my ear.
"Hey Paris are you busy?" He asked.
"Yeah I'm at my friends house working on a group project" I lied and Q looks at me confused before laughing, "Why wassup?"
"Lyric is sick, I need somebody to pick her up from school I can't leave work and your mom has a client."
"I can call Michelle and see if she can get her. I'm pretty sure she isn't doing anything and wouldn't mind" I replied.
"Okay let me know"
"K" I hung up the phone and started to scroll through my contacts.
"I thought you said you was 20" Q said to me.
"I am" I replied holding my phone up to my ear waiting for Michelle to answer the phone.
"You dead?" She answered the phone.
I laughed and rolled my eyes "Girl no. Can you pick up Lyric from school she's sick and nobody can get her"
"Yeah, your fine ass daddy gon come get her from the house?"
"Goodbye." I laughed "Text me when you get her. Also I told him I'm doing a group project so cover for me just in case he asks questions"
"Okay"
I quickly sent a text to my dad letting him know that Michelle was on her way. I sat my phone down and continued eating my breakfast. I looked over at Q who was just staring at me.
"What?" I said raising an eyebrow.
"How old are you?" He asked me raising an eyebrow at me.
"Are you being serious right now?" I laugh shaking my head.
"I'm just tryna be sure. We ain't did shit that's incriminating yet and I'm not tryna catch a charge"
"I'm 20, I can show you my id" I grabbed my phone and started to take my case off to grab my drivers license from behind my phone.
"Nah it's cool" He stops me "I just don't get why you lied to your pops you're grown as hell"
"So you'd be okay with your daughter flying to another city to hang out with a guy she's only met one time?"
"Touché" He replied and continued eating "So who's Lyric that's ya daughter or something"
"Yeah that's my daughter" I said sarcastically.
"Damn first you ain't tell me bout footlocker, now you got a kid, what other information are you holding out on?" He laughs.
"Boy I am 20, ain't no way in hell I could have a school aged child unless I was popping this coota cat at 13"
"Hey ion know yo life story, I'm not judging" Q shrugs before laughing.
"Stop playing with me" I laughed and hit his shoulder.
"How many siblings you got? You the oldest?"
"Yeah. My sister is 4 and my brother is 16. What about you?" I asked reaching for my glass.
"Only child"
"Mmmh I bet yo ass was spoiled"
"Shit I wish. Our ass was broke" He chuckles "I was spoiled with love dassit"
"Well that's all that matters" I replied with a smile and finished up my meal. When we finished he grabbed both our plates and started the dishes.
"Did you have a good time yesterday?" Q asked.
