Deila's pov

About to open the door to my dad's office, which I had been occupying over the last two months —and still was— I paused when I heard a familiar voice call for me.

I left the door ajar and looked to see it was.

"Hey, Nat. Good morning."

His smile reached his eyes. "Morning beautiful."

Beautiful? Now, that was weird. Or maybe not, I just never took well to complements.

But you take well to him complimenting you.

I sighed, knowing what him my subconscious was on about. And yes, it was true.

I  smiled at him then he continued. "I heard your dad's in town, and I...