#interaction sofia

Simon was dropping off Olivia at Sofia's place, even though it wasn't too far from his, after they'd spend the day together, enjoying the free time the F1 break was offering. But something that his daughter had said during the day had to be addressed. Simon leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed in a stance that was equal parts casual and guarded. “So, Olivia mentioned something about a family trip,” he began, his tone carrying that familiar mix of dry skepticism and understated concern. "Did she run this by you first, or was that entirely her idea?”