Jake

Meeting Klara had been a pleasant surprise, and I wasn’t ready for it to be over so quickly. After we spent the night at my hotel, she had to go back home. But, this time I had more information about her, and more importantly, I had her phone number.

Klara and I spent a lot of time together. She still had classes at the school, so I had to be patient at times, but when I wasn’t in the hotel room, I was out somewhere waiting for her to be done so we could meet up.

I wasn’t sure if Dad knew something was up, but on the day we were supposed to go home, I woke to a text, asking me to meet up in the hotel’s café.

Thankfully, Klara wasn’t with me when it happened. I showered quickly and got dressed, then went down to meet Dad.

We sat together silently, only speaking up to order the food. Up until our breakfast arrived, neither of us spoke. Dad was the first to break the silence in the middle of the meal.

“I’ll be heading back this afternoon,” he said. “You didn’t let me know about your plan