21Author: PenguinflavoredFilm
A/N: chapter 3! thanks for all the reviews! :D
I had about thirty minutes to go until I had to leave to get to CIA headquarters when the bell rang. Wondering who it could be I went to the door and looked in the peephole; it was my dad.
It still took me a while to get closer to my father after joining the CIA, but not too long. Somehow, don't ask me how, we just got closer, which made me happy.
I open the door with a big smile on my face. "Hi dad! What are you doing here?"
"Nothing really, I just thought I would give you a ride to work today," he said.
"O-kay...that...would be great, let me get my coat." I smile. This is strange. My father wouldn't do something nice for me at a random time like this, something's up.
We sit in comfortable silence in the car. After a while he asks, "You hungry?" Now this is really weird.
"Um, sure." Weird, but great.
"Good," was all he said as he went the opposite direction of CIA headquarters.
Of all places, we end up at Winchell's. Donuts? I ask myself, but don't bother to ask the driver.
"We'll have two orders of the three glazed round donuts and coffee combo, and make that to go, " he tells the clerk. "You want coffee, right?" he asks me.
"Yep." Donuts? I still ask myself, I would have expected Denny's.
We didn't have time to eat in the store, so we ate on the way to work. I got a donut out of the paper bag. I knew my dad was really acting strange because when the clerk gave him our food in a white paper bag, he requested that he put it in the brown bag. When I looked at him and all he said, "What, I like brown," and left it at that. We sat in comfortable silence again because I wouldn't have been able to talk anyway, my mouth was stuffed with my donut.
"Do you know you used to not like coffee?" he asks out of the blue.
"Um, sure, when I was younger." I had to finally ask him. " Dad, why are you acting so strange? What's this all about taking me to work, and coffee, and buying me donuts in brown bags?" I emphasized donuts.
He didn't answer me for a long while until he sighed and asked, "Do you know what day it is, Sydney?"
"Wednesday?" I asked, my mind immediately going back to what day I crossed off on the calendar this morning.
"It's Take Your Daughter to Work Day."
I felt tears form in my eyes and I finally knew what all the stuff he was doing meant. "Oh, dad..."