oh, we have paved these streets with moments of defeat || tessa & dash
Tessa had never had something like this happen before though she supposed there was a first time for everything, but it was the first time she’d seen her father look at somebody the way he’d looked at the woman at the table in….well, since she could remember, really, and she felt like that was probably important. He had always seemed pretty lonely and before learning the truth about her mother she just figured he was too shy to get out there and go on dates, but now that she knew it was clear he’d just been consumed by grief and hadn’t wanted to move on since he was pretty stubborn, one of the ways that he and Tessa were a lot alike.
However she tried to not think too hard about it, it wasn’t likely that either of them would see the woman again and she wasn’t too much of a believer in the whole destiny thing, so nothing would end up coming of it. It would be super creepy if she went up to the lady and just gave her her father’s number, though she felt like he would definitely benefit from going on a date with someone nice. Perhaps she’d just have to search around and find somebody willing to do that, because he needed some happy in his life and Tessa had no problem kicking him headfirst into that.
She looked up from the register when he repeated her words and her eyebrows furrowed together at the surprised look on his face. It wasn’t too hard to assume that Tessa and her dad were related, they looked a lot alike though he always told her she looked more like her mother, but maybe the man hadn’t really gotten a good look at either of them, or perhaps just hadn’t been expecting it at all.
"Yeah, my dad." she said, smiling a little when the man laughed quietly as it was quite infectious and she really couldn’t help it. "Well, that’s good. There are a lot of creeps in this city, and y’know, everywhere. I’m glad he’s not one." she said, shrugging a little. She would have hated for there to be an awkward confrontation if he did think it was strange, though she surprisingly had to intervene in a lot of tussles in the bakery between people simply because people seemed to piss each other off a lot.
He didn’t take unkindly to her string of questions and she grinned when he confirmed that the two women were his family, noting resemblances between the three of them the more she payed attention. It sometimes made her sad to see people out with their mothers because she wouldn’t ever be able to do that, though it was difficult to be sad watching the little girl bouncing around in her seat excitedly and pointing out the window.
She slid the drawer on the register shut and wiped her hands off on her apron before crossing her arms and giving him her full attention, not really minding that he seemed to want to have a conversation as it wasn’t very busy in the bakery, and maybe she could find out more about his mother if she spoke with him. “Nice? Yeah, he’s nice.” she said, laughing a little. “I think he thought your mom was nice too,” she said, peering over at the woman and furrowing her eyebrows in thought. “This is gonna sound like, kind of ridiculous, but she doesn’t have an aversion to dates, does she? Feel free to tell me to shove it if that’s really weird, but…” she said hurriedly, hoping it would be conveyed as innocently as she’d meant it.
Dash couldn't help but nod his head rather enthusiastically when the woman put forward the idea that his mother was nice. In Dash's opinion, she was more than simply nice although he supposed that, on a first impression, one would have to rely on her soft facial features and kind smile to come to a conclusion about her and, on those sole factors alone, he supposed that 'nice' was a rather sound, if lacking, descrption of her.
However, the fact that the baker's father seemed to have thought she was nice only heightened his sense of mischievous wonder. He knew that should he suggest the idea to his mother she would simply wave her hand and dismiss his words out of her own opinion that she wasn't a desirable woman, but Dash knew better. He knew that his mum got lonely despite having her two children around her now and he hoped that perhaps the city could offer her some better company, such as the man who apparently thought that she was nice.
Satisfied with the knowledge that he was not a creep nor anything else distasteful, the corner of Dash's lips twitched upwards in a smile as he chucked a few coins in the tip jar on the counter. It was a rather large tip but he found himself uncaring, too engrossed in what the brunette across from him had to say and he leaned in eagerly.
At the other woman's words, Dash's eyebrows flew upwards in surprise. Of course, that was definitely where his mind had been going as he himself had rather liked the look of the man who had just left, but he had figured that these were waters he was going to have to wade carefully into. Not according to this girl though. Perhaps it was just American custom to be forward about these types of things. Despite living in the country for a few months now, he hadn't quite gotten to grips with their way of life but he supposed he should just go along with it and let out a quiet chuckle.
"She... she has not been on a date for quite a while," he reasoned, looking over his shoulder at his mother who appeared to be rather confused, as if wondering what on earth was taking him so long so he hurriedly turned back to the woman serving him and grinned at her.
"But I do not think she would be too opposed to it. I could convince her?" he ventured.
