protective father;

“It is dad, it’s just not a thing for me. I know I’ve done this before at our old home. But I want a job that is more energetic.” 

“Like what? There are so many options nowadays.”

“I was just wondering if you dropped this wallet back there.” She told him showing the wallet to the guy.

Davis looked at the wallet for a moment before checking his back pocket. “Shit. Yeah I do believe that one is mine.”

“I brought you a coffee,” she said as she held it out towards him, “You look like you could use it.”

“Thanks.” He smiled over at her for a moment before he reached out and took it. “I could use it.”

Petunia grinned as she stuffed her book back into her bag and got up to go with him. “I don’t know about you, but Indian food sounds really good right now.”

Davis thought about it for a moment, before nodding his head while looking over at her. “Indian sounds really good.” 

“You look like you have something on your mind. Penny for your thoughts?”

“Yeah, I might. But I don’t want to bore you with the details.”

“Just asked if you were alright.”

“That sounds so much better than studying.”

“Lets go we both could use the break.”

“I still do, but not so much playing in it anymore.” 

“Well I don’t blame you. It is pretty cold. Speaking of should we go and get some hot chocolate?”

“It’s okay, Dad. I think I should just take a break and work on something else before my brain explodes.”

“Well we could go and get something to eat if you want.”

“What?” she asked, a little confused why he would ask that until she realized how she must have been looking. “Oh, right, no, I’m good, Dad. I’m just trying to read this biology textbook and I don’t think I’m quite getting it.”

“You were zoning out there a little bit.” Hearing her troubles, he raised a brow slightly. “I can do my best to help but biology wasn’t exactly my best subject.” He offered.

She knew her dad would have understood better than anyone in this town on her reasons, so she nodded her head. Her stomach was growling at the mention of food. “ Thanks, I am a bit hungry.” 

Of course Davis understood and would never force anything onto his daughter. “Alright. What are you hungry for?” He questioned as he offered his arm to her.