And cuddling on a park bench near my house is what we were doing when my mum and dad decided to take an evening stroll.
My mum saw us and winked at me before gently directed my father away from us. Unfortunately, he caught sight of us before she could get him completely turned away.
Funnily enough, he actually didn't really notice me. He just saw Frank.
"Frank! What brings you here?"
Frank seemed to get progressively more nervous as my dad approached.
"I'm, er, I'm, I mean, I am here, well, I'm here on a date."
Dad still hadn't realized who I was. In his defense, it's early February. It's really cold out, even with warming charms, and I was quite bundled up.
Deciding to make my presence known, I piped up, "Hi, Daddy!"
He finally looked at me. There's confusion on his face at first before he realized it was me in all the winter clothes.
"Lily! What are you doing here?"
I swear, my dad can be so thick sometimes.
I rolled my eyes, saying, "Frank just said, Daddy" (calling him Daddy also wraps him around my finger) "We're on a date."
Dad's eyes bugged out but my mother's hand on his arm stopped him from doing anything more.
In a gentle voice, she suggested that we head back to the house to talk in more comfort. Frank was shaking a bit, but I nodded my agreement before he could voice any objection.