Vanessa & Doof (from Vanessa's POV)
I sat at a table with my favourite latte, waiting.
"Well, hello Vanessa." I heard from behind me, how could I not have seen him come in? I was sitting at a table facing the door after all. "Hi, Dad."
"So, how's school going? Do I need to teach your teachers a lesson?" Heinz said while sitting across from me. "No, Dad. I've graduated college, remember?" I replied. 'Great, now he's got that lost look on his face.'
"I was hoping that you'd change your mind and come to my wedding." I told him. He gave me some excuse a couple of months ago that I was too young. "No one is going to marry my baby girl, until they can pass my tests." My father replied. "Dad, I'm 25 years old. I can make up my own mind on who I want to marry." I mentioned. 'Oh, great! There's that look. The one that tells me he's gearing up for an argument.'
My father glared at me from over the rim of his coffee. It's just a coffee, black. He's never liked anything else. "So. You think that you love this guy?" I'm asked. I glared back, I'm not backing down. I'm too stubborn for that. I'm my own person, always have been, always will be. "Yes Dad. I love him. I've been in love with him for a few years now. That's why we're getting married in two weeks."
"Do you want to know the reasons I've never liked any of your boyfriends?" My father asked me. I looked at him. 'He's actually going to reveal this secret to me? I wonder if it's the same secret my friends' fathers had.' I mused to myself. "I don't like your boyfriends because they're not EVIL." He said, drawing the word out the way some girls elongate the word chocolate.
My eyes must have gone wide, I mean everyone in the coffee shop was looking directly at me. "DAD! I…" I have no idea what I want to say at this point. Of course that's the reason. "Please," I try. "Please, just trust me on this. Come to the wedding, be happy for me. And if in a couple of years things don't work out I'll let you dust off that 'boyfriend-awayinator' or whatever you called it. You can even change the name to 'you destroyed my baby-girl's heart and now you pay-inator'." I tried to compromise. 'At least he looks happy at that thought'.