Every now and then, the teen glanced our way and caught my dad looking. After a few minutes, the young person’s patience seemed to run out. They stood, approached our table, and asked with a hint of irritation, “Is something wrong, sir?”
What happened next surprised me, though it probably shouldn’t have. My dad didn’t bristle or react defensively. Instead, he gave a warm smile that removed all tension from the air. He spoke in a soft voice, the kind that puts people at ease before they even realize it’s happening.
The teen’s expression shifted from guarded to surprised. They pulled out a chair and sat with us.
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