Caffeinated Confessions

‘Here,’ said Dave, placing the takeaway coffee cup on the small square table of the inner-city coffee shop.

‘Cheers.’ Pete grabbed his cup while eyeing off the scrapping build on the young workman seated opposite. ‘Do you make the time to do real coffee or you an instant kind of bloke?’

‘Me?’ Taking a sip from his cup, licking his lips, Dave nodded. ‘Simplistic would be my word.’

‘Simplistic, huh?’

‘Yeah, you know,’ Dave said, thumbing towards the men in suits walking past while the two men wore tradesman’s clothing. ‘Simplistic.’

‘Like all men should be. I found ya gotta grind ‘em coffee beans first, it releases their flavour.’  Dwarfing the cup’s exterior with his large workman’s hands he inhaled.

‘I clicked onto that and its part of my coffee ritual. I blame my girlfriend for that.’

‘Gotta girl then?’

‘Yeah…’ Smiling widely, his fingertip traced a crack on the table top.

‘She the one?’

‘I like to think so.’ Then sighed, his stature deflating.

‘What’s the problem?’

‘Her dad’s apparently a real hard ass.’

‘Don’t he like you?’

‘I’ve never met him. But you’re a dad, right?’

‘Got three kids. One girl and twin boys.’

‘What do you do when your daughter brings home a boyfriend?’

‘I clean my guns an’ warn ‘em. I’m sure every father’s the same,’ Pete said, hiding his smile behind his cup.

‘Oookaaay.’ Dave rolled his eyes, shaking his head.

‘So how long ya been with this girl?’

‘A year.’

‘An’ you’ve never met the parents?’

‘Nope.’ He grimaced while fidgeting with his coffee cup. ‘But she’s met my parents. Just not hers-’

‘But keepin’ secrets from her folks…’ Pete shook his head slowly. ‘My daughter’s seein’ a medical student these past few months, an’ I haven’t met ‘im.’

‘Would you pull out the shotguns for this trainee Doctor?’

He wriggled his eyebrows up and down. ‘Sure, I remember to clean ‘em then.’

Grinning widely at the burly middle-aged male, Dave said, ‘glad I’m not dating your daughter because my ex’s dads weren’t as scary as you.’

‘My wife says I’m over-protective with my little girl. Maybe I am… So, what’s ‘em other dads like when you meet ‘em?’

‘Intimidating…You got any tips bein’ a dad?’

‘Me.’ Pete chuckled. ‘Buy ‘em beer an’ be ya-self…You’re alight. Easy to work with. And it’d be better if this idiot Project Manager showed up.’  He frowned at his watch.

When Dave’s mobile phone rang. ‘That’s my girlfriend.’ He held up the phone to show Pete the photo displayed.

‘Hold the phone!’ Snatching the phone, Pete activated the speaker. ‘Shelley is that you?’

Dad,’ replied the female’s voice over the phone. ‘What are you doing on Dave’s phone?’

‘What are you doin’ callin’ Dave?’ Pete demanded Pete, glaring at Dave.

Instantly Dave leant back scraped his chair against the floor. ‘You’re Shelley’s Dad!’

(480 words)



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