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The next morning, I wake up and quickly get ready. I brushed my teeth and hair and put on a cropped black tank top with dark blue skinny jeans and a pair of black boots. I then ran out my room and down the hall of the Cozy Cone Motel and down to the lobby. I passed by the lady who runs the motel but I always forget her name. She has long light blond hair and green blue looking eyes.

By not paying attention I bump right into my dad's back who was about to walk into Flo's café.

"Oh, Tara. You got to pay attention to where you're going." My dad groaned, rubbing his back.

"I know. Sorry dad." I apologized, hugging him tightly and looking up to his brown eyes.

A lot of people say we look alike and I agree. We both have the same black hair color, same brown eye colors and from our faces…we have some things on our faces that look similar. And did I forget to mention that he's Chick Hicks? Yeah, I'm the daughter of a retired racecar driver.

"Hey, you look over excited today." My dad smirked.

"Well, I've heard that you know who is coming!" I squealed, jumping in my father's arms.

Soon, his smirk faded. "Francesco Bernoulli?"

I saw his expression change and sigh. "Yeah, dad. Him. Why don't you like him?"

"Nothing…nothing." He said and grabbed my hand. "Come on, let's go inside the café and get some breakfast."

So we walked in the café and sat down at a table and ordered. My dad just got a mug of coffee while I got a plate of eggs and bacon with orange juice. A moment later, a waitress gave us our order and walked away.

As I ate my bacon, I couldn't help but wonder what my dad was looking at. I then realized that my dad was staring at…a women.

"Dad?" I called out, placing my hand on his wrist. He turned his full attention to me quickly. I sighed and raised an eyebrow. "Were you staring at that lady?" I pointed my thumb in the direction of the blond lady that was sitting at a table 2 seats away from us.

He shook his head, chin on the palm of his hand. "No." He answered, lifting the mug of coffee to his lips and taking a sip.

I nodded and looked down. "Oh, I thought you were…"

He leaned the mug away from his lips before saying, "Like the last time that you thought I was staring at this eight-nine year old lady?" And then drinking his coffee again.

I giggled a bit but then frowned. "I just feel you and mom are losing the romance in your relationship."

"Tara, me and your mother been married for years." He pointed out, his eyes squinting a bit. "Do you really think I'll just throw that away."

"No. Ugh! Sorry, it's just that the break up with my ex boyfriend is still hitting on me."

He frowned and gripped my free hand and intertwined his fingers with mine. "I know, Tara…I know that break up was…too hard for you to handle."

"And you were right the whole time." I spilled, looking at our hands. "He was just in it for the sex."

I felt my dad's grip on my tighten but then he let lose. "I know."

"Are every guy like that?" I asked, looking at him and feeling tears staring to form.

He leaned his elbows on the table and bit his lip. "You're really asking me this?"

"Dad, please answer me!"

"Ok, ok! No, I don't think so. I mean, did I leave your mother when I first slept with her?"

"Umm…no."

"Exactly! If I did then…I wouldn't be here right now taking care of you and you big brother and baby sister."

"I get you. But every guy that I go out with are always in it for the-" I stopped by my dad pressing his finger against my lip. I look at him with a weird face.

"Stop saying that word." He begged.

I smiled and took his finger off my lips. "Ok, I'll stop but I just hope to get a guy that wants a relationship with me not just to have s- err…I mean sleep with me but to love me and want to have a family with me."

"You will, Tara. Trust me."

"Ok, daddy…" I finish up my breakfast and pull out my money that I had in my back pocket and leave the right amount on the table. "Well, daddy, I'm going to find Sasha."

"Ok." He smiled and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

As I made my way to the door, I saw my brother with his girlfriend sharing a plate of breakfast. The way his girlfriend gives him a piece of bacon and then a kiss on the cheek from him made me a bit jealous. How can my brother have a nice relationship while I just go out with jackasses?

"Hey, Daniel! Why don't you get a room?" I call out.

He quickly turns to me, his face flushing red. "Tara!" He shouts a bit pissed off. I look at his girlfriend who just waves at me and I wave back and then walk out of the café.

I look around for Sasha until I find her sitting down on the bench outside of the Cozy Cone Motel where she would be reading a book after she had breakfast but this time was different. This time she was sitting down on the bench and talking with a boy. They were awfully close which surprised me. Has he noticed her medical condition? Because if he did then he might be perfect for my sister.