In Ian's room, he casually rested his eyes on the bold 'little girl'. She was cute in a laughable way.
"Age is just a number?"
Ian smirked at the statement. "It seems like you are really here to have me, little girl!"
"I am not a little girl! ...." she chimed. A pout formed that she was unaware of.
'She looks adorable!'
A confused and startled look crossed over Ian's features over that thought. 'Cute, adorable? What kind of ridiculous thoughts were those? I need to get myself checked out to erase this nonsense from my mind!' Her crisp, sweet voice interrupted his thoughts.
"…and I know you are forty."
That brought Ian back to his bearings, and he couldn't help but instinctively say the words,
"…old enough to be your fathe-!"
