#donuts?

Normally, he cooked breakfast. It had been a mission of his to make sure he and his daughter had a warm meal every morning, not really because he believed that it truly was the most important meal of the day. But because it was a quiet moment, just the two of them. With the new job, and to be frank even the old job, evenings were often too hectic, or he too tired, to bother cooking. So mornings it was.

Except this morning. Or the last morning. Brooke said she didn’t mind, but she’s twelve. She would have a bowl of cereal with chocolate milk for every meal if she could. Or pizza. For her, this was just a change from the norm. For him... he was an orphan. Brooke was lucky to have at least one parent, and she didn’t realize what it was like to not have one at all. Perhaps he was putting too much thought into breakfast, but he wanted to have that one meal with her every day. He wanted to give her everything he didn’t have.

Yeah, he was a sap.

Their breakfast this morning consisted of stopping by the local donut shop to grab a dozen for him - Brooke teased him about confirming the stereotype - and a cup of coffee, and a breakfast sandwich for her. He then walked her to school, something she complained about. Apparently it wasn’t cool to be walked to school by her father, especially since he was a cop. She could get over it.

Once she was safely inside the school, grumbling the whole way because he’d hugged her and kissed the top of her head in front of other students, he set off towards Roni’s. The donuts weren’t for his coworkers like his daughter believed, but instead for the bartender.

He strode up to the door of the business and knocked five times, hard. Cian was starving, and balancing his cup of coffee on the box of donuts that he was holding in his fake hand. Things were going to get messy in a minute.

Me: *nervous laughing* “I mean I have that kind of face that look like others-ish.”

Them: “I’m calling the cops!”

Me: *running* “I swear to you Karen I didn’t steal the donuts!”

- End

What type of donut would your muse be?

You're the hip and trendy one of your friend group. You're always switching up your fashion and you're not afraid to try out new things. Life is full of great experiences waiting to be embraced, and you are certainly not one to hold back. You have a little creative streak in you, and people can see that in your style and the way you go about life. You are not afraid to stand out from the crowd and express how you really feel. You truly are a unique individual!

“A what?  No one has ever called me hip and trendy.”

Quiz here: http://www.playbuzz.com/uniformstories10/which-donut-are-you

Thanks for the tag @alliesweetsong-wra