Lola's plan was simple: drop off the kids, bid them farewell, and leave. She hadn't planned on dining with them and their father. But for a second, she felt a surge of pettiness after seeing Derek, and here she was.
I guess it's not really a bad thing, she mused.
Her eyes swept over to the twins, who smiled as they checked the menu. Then, her gaze moved to their father. Lola narrowed her eyes slightly at him. She had never met someone who would walk around with such a strange disguise—except for herself.
And here I thought I was getting weirder as I aged, but I guess… I'm not that weird? I put art into this getup, and him… not much.
"Forever." Suddenly, he spoke, almost making her flinch. "That's how long the two of you take to choose what you're having for dinner."
"Heh~" The twins grinned at him before pointing at the menu. "Father Sir, I want this!"
"I want this one!" Second chimed in, his little forefinger pressing on the menu.
