Lunch with Dad

[agirllost]

It's their first time out in public together in years - and standing outside the hot dog stand she can't help but worry.

She has things to tell him that he has to hear and she couldn't say any of them over a phone.

A few moments later, she spots him walking toward her.

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[agirllost]

She picks up a fry and drops it when she realizes it's too cold to eat.

"Dad, you know...you can come over any time."

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

"Well with both of you working, I'll try and arrange things at least a little in advance, but yeah, I know."

[agirllost]

She reaches forward and holds his hand for a moment.

Then, turns to look at the beach. "I'm in the mood for a walk. Feel like protecting me from loud teenagers and frisbee catching dogs?"

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

"I thought you were the one that didn't need protecting from anyone?" he asks, though he gets to his feet.

[agirllost]

She stands to join him and smiles gently.

"Dogs aren't anyone, they're dogs."

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

"Or anything, then." He dumps his garbage in the nearby garbage can and waits for her to extricate herself from the picnic table.

[agirllost]

She manages not to fall while holding her trash and moving backward. "You're just lucky this isn't a race," she throws out the garbage and walks over to him.

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, you'd probably beat me, which would be pretty sad," he says, starting to walk toward the beach. "Plus, you have extra abilities to cheat."

[agirllost]

She smiles up at him, "I'd never cheat, but it's not unheard of for a wall of sand to suddenly appear."

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

"Mmm-hmm. A conveniently placed wall of sand."

[agirllost]

"I'm just lucky that way," she says, slipping off her shoes to walk barefoot. "And now I'm at a disadvantage."

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

"Oh, yeah, right. Barefoot is a huge disadvantage."

[agirllost]

"Okay, maybe not so much on sand...but if this was concrete? You'd win easily."

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

"Somehow I doubt it. Besides, as long as you're not going to step on anything that'll cut your foot, going barefoot can be better for running than some shoes. Like heels."

[agirllost]

She stops, falling behind him by a few feet, and looks at him.

"Heels? Exactly what kind of undercover work have you done, Dad?"

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

He gives her a mildly exasperated look. "Not from personal experience. I've had to run with female witness or government agent more than once when she was wearing heels, and often it would have been as useful to throw her over my shoulder and carry her."

[agirllost]

She giggles, "I'll be sure to tell Chris that you think you run faster than her. But I somehow doubt you could carry anyone right now."

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

"Well I don't know that I could run faster than her right now, or carry her, no. In shape and with her in heels, though, yeah."

[agirllost]

She jogs a little to catch up to him, "That sounds like a challenge."

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, well it's one that'll have to wait a while."

[agirllost]

"I don't know, you couldn't do this a few weeks ago," she points out. "Maybe you could go running with Chase sometime?"

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, though he might not find it all that fun to have to stick with my pace."

[agirllost]

"Maybe he can carry Angie on his back, kind of a handicapping. Like in horse races."