246. Dad Crush -

“What’s your type?”

It started with small things. She’d appear in the garage while he was fixing his bicycle, handing him wrenches before he asked. She started using his brand of pine-scented shampoo. At dinner, she’d listen to his work stories—dull anecdotes about inventory spreadsheets—with the rapt attention of an audience at a Shakespearean tragedy. 246. Dad Crush

“Anything,” he said, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. “What’s your type

“Room. Now.”

“Relax. She’s not in love with you , Leo. She’s in love with the idea of a man who is safe, and kind, and fixes things. You’re the prototype. She’s just practicing.” ” he said

Mia nodded, filing this away. “So… not a supermodel.”