I sat down with my dad at the sushi bar, and we were right beside the food conveyor belt because I loved picking the sushi right off the track.

"Get whatever you want, Lea," daddy said. I smiled and nodded. It was our monthly father-daughter outing and we were having our dinner. Earlier, we were at the arcade and we visited Fisherman's Wharf. Yeah, my dad is super cool. We do a lot of cool things together.

"Ooh, salmon rolls!" I licked my lips. I reached for the wasabi on the belt but it passed me, and so I decided to reach for the one across that was going the opposite way. Weirdly enough, I grabbed it at the same time someone did. "Oops, sorry," I mumbled and let it go.

The guy stared at me for a while and gave a really embarrassed grin that even showed wrinkles at the corner of his eyes. "It's okay," he said. I blushed slightly. Weird to be blushing in front of my dad at a total stranger. "Oh, you," he said suddenly. My dad was oblivious, ordering a la carte from a menu and talking to a waiter. I was surprised. Did that cute guy know me?

"Oh, me?" I mimicked him slightly. We were talking over the counter and another wasabi thing just passed by me. He looked like he forgot all about it already.

"You. I saw you at Fisherman's Wharf. You dropped the thing into the water?" he reminded me. "You were looking at the seals-"

"Oh," I droned before laughing. I was actually embarrassed. Plus, he had a really strong European accent. The thing was I was so excited about this one huge seal that I was flailing away over the edge and ended up dropping my Fisherman's Wharf brochure in and people stared at me. I think it dropped on a swimming seal. "Well, um. The brochure, huh. I know. Litter. But, whatever." I gave a little laugh and took the wasabi thing, took a bit out and put it on my plate and passed it to the guy.

"Thanks," he said. This guy had shoulder length hair, and he tied it up in a sexy little ponytail. And my dad looked back at me, hearing the guy say thanks.

"What?" my dad asked, confused.

"Nothing," I grinned.

"I ordered your favorite green noodles, and green tea for us," he said.

"Yay!" I smiled big at my old man. Once in a while, I would glance over at that guy. He was a few years older than me, and he was dining alone. Weird, I thought. I couldn't help but glance at the green wasabi that passed me by every now and then. I just was obsessed with the color green.

Our food arrived and dad starting slurping away on his noodles and tempura. I noticed that guy turn around again, and he glanced at me. I felt my cheeks heat up as I caught his gaze. He gave a little shy smile and turned back. I grinned to myself crazy and good old dad noticed. "What's up?" he said, biting some California roll.

"Nothing," I smiled to myself and drank the sauce of my cold cha soba noodles. I reminded myself to stay normal. Being with my dad was cool enough, because hey, my dad is cool!

A few minutes passed and I noticed the ponytail guy glancing at me again. I gave him a little smile and he gave a gorgeous grin back. I was sure he could hear everything that was going on in between me and my dad. We talked about mom, to our family, to birthdays, school, seals, games, sports, politics and boyfriends and it was interesting.

Cute ponytail guy finished his food, but he wasn't moving yet and so I admired him some more. He couldn't see me, anyway, seeing that he was a little more in front of me. I wanted to talk to him, maybe exchange some more wasabi, but dad was here and I was a little awkward about chatting that guy up. The next thing I knew, the guy looked back at me and smiled.

"Hey," he said. He looked a bit awkward, as was I.

"Hi," I smiled back. Dad looked up and stared at him and grinned.

"Hello there, son," he said. Aw, my dad!

"Hallo," the guy said. I grinned. And he looked back at me. "Um, here's the brochure just in case you wanted it. It's got really cool information in it."

He passed me the Fisherman's Wharf brochure. I thanked him and took it. My dad smiled. "Oh, that's very nice of you," he said. He was a very oblivious old man.

"Thanks," I smiled and I put it beside me.

"Bye," he said. I grinned at him and he left the table and left the restaurant. I was pretty disheartened. What a nice thing to give me a brochure, but I didn't even get his name. Damn it.

My dad was staring at me. He smirked and took the brochure from my side and opened it to read. I observed for a while and my dad gave a soft laugh before passing it to me. There was a message handwritten in pen at an empty part of the brochure.

'Hi Lea. Heard your father call you that. Is it spelled correct? I hope yes. I like Fisherman's Wharf, and you and your father is very cool. I heard you talk. Sorry if I am rude. I will be here tomorrow at 12pm with my friends to see seals. Hope to see you too? From Georg.'

My face flushed by the time the message ended. I looked at my dad. "How did you know?" I asked.

"Boys," my dad laughed. "We're all the same. And he said 'cool information'. How cool is it to be meeting him tomorrow?" he teased me. I stuck my tongue out at him playfully.

I immediately smirked, half-blushing. And I thought my dad was oblivious. "It is cool, dad," I smiled and kept the brochure.

"He looks pretty old," my dad said and laughed, and I immediated gasped. He's cute, anyway.

"Looks are deceiving, dad. I look like I'm 20, don't you think? Plus, you and mom have a huge age gap too!" What excuses. Hah. Georg, Georg, Georg.