I put my forehead in my hands. “Yeah, Austin is dealing with some stuff at work, and I’m dealing with stuff all because someone’s decided to be a jackass to me. And the thing they are highlighting is not something I consider a problem. It’s something I’m attracted to. Instead of furthering their agenda by pitting you against me, I’d rather we acted like a family where you put me first. Or at the very least not last when it comes to accusations.” I crumpled a napkin in my hand. “I don’t mind us continuing dinner if your goal is to understand and meet my friend, Austin. If it’s anything other than that? I’m leaving.”

My father studied his empty cup. “Okay, I definitely see that this is upsetting you, and I don’t think you’re wrong about being upset. Is this something you need me to call the school about?“

“No, thank you. I don’t think they would talk to you. I'm the adult of record for my college degree, so no. But I’d appreciate you not listening to anonymous phone callers. And maybe monitor who’s calling you.”

“Did you check the caller ID?” Austin interjected.

My father tented his fingers. “No, well, it was an unknown caller, which I thought was weird. But I always like to answer anything that might be about you or your sister.”

The vulnerability in his face made me take a moment to have empathy. I had to understand that people had to adjust and sometimes reteach their brains how to think in a way that was useful for society today. The older generations had to be open to change, or at least that was what I'd hope for them.

My father looked across the table at Austin. “I hope I didn’t say anything offensive here. It really comes from a place of wanting to make sure that my daughter is okay.”

Austin gave my father a slight smile. “I think we both have that in common. Taylor is exceptional. And being around her is a gift.”

We had a few moments of silence before starting some small talk about cameras and pictures was comfortingly non-confrontational. When we got up to leave, Austin reached for the bill, but my dad insisted on paying.

“Thank you for coming on short notice. It’s been great to meet you.” My dad‘s eyes lingered on Austin‘s nail polish. He shook his head like he had a question, but he didn’t ask it.

I gave my father a hug and Austin held my hand as we went back to the car.

“Well, that was something.” I buckled my seatbelt, as he did the same.

“I actually think he adjusted pretty well. I have to say, I’m impressed how you stood up to him.” His cheekbones were highlighted by the streetlights in the parking lot.