Boy… boy this girl liked to talk. And she seemed rather frazzled so it came as no surprise that she found it helpful to ramble on about things. She was scared, that much was obvious but she seemed to be under a lot of misconceptions. While it was ‘his world’, it wasn’t his by choice. In fact even though he was born into it, he was in a desperate desire to get out of it. Instead he was stuck, however he could be in a much worse position and he considered himself lucky to have the job at that he did.

Unlike the other person in the vehicle, he never let all of his feelings fall out onto the table. Nor did he find it in himself to speak nearly [i]non-stop[/i]. Though she seemed to claim down quite a bit as she filled their travel time with a worry-filled speech that caused him to roll down his window just to allow some fresh air into the car. Boy, she got into things deep for some reason. And her mention about it being his world versus hers made him sigh. 

It took, what felt like forever, for her to stop talking. A long sigh left him as he turned the car and went to the bay front. Pulling the door open, he shut off the car and stepped out. Walking around he pulled open the passenger’s side door and waved for her to get out. Once she was out he shut the door a little harder than he had intending as he lead her down the boardwalk and stopped against the railing that overlooked the ocean. 

Leaning against the railing he took in a deep breath through his noise and out his mouth, his whole body seemed to relax after doing so as his posture took a more relax stance. “I am sorry you are dealing with all of this. I can empathize with how much of a shock this all must be for you. You may not have faith in yourself but…” A smile moved across his face as he turned his blue gaze from the water to her. “You are the only one.” He gave her a nod before looking back out across the water. “‘My world’, as you have so cleverly named it, is not something that can easily be understood. I will be the first to admit it because I still do not have a full grasp upon it. But I do know that the lack of a family can make it difficult on someone. Your father talked non-stop about trying to find you before he passed on the case to me. He could not continue the search on his own so he asked me. In all the times I have known  your father and had a the privilege of working for him I have learned a few things about your father.”

“One.” He held up a single finger, still talking out to the ocean, “Your father is a business man by trade but is a father by heart. Two,” A second finger rose. “He is really good at his job. Three.” A third finger, “He really hates green beans; the smell and all. He cannot even have it on his plate without looking like he is going to vomit. Four,” He held up four fingers, “He is much more normal than you would think. And Five.” At this, after indicating five with his fingers, he turned his head to look back at her. “He very much wanted to see his daughter.” 

“Look,” Serge turned his body to face her directly leaning up against the railing with a smile, “He has been wanting to meet you for a while. One of his sponsors dropped by with his little girl and Mr. Wilmer could not keep the conversation going until he played with the active two year old. An hour into their two hour meeting, he finally went back to focusing on the conversation. When he found out there was a possibility that he might have a daughter, he was very excited for the idea.” A shrug rose and fell his shoulders, “He just wants to develop a relationship with you and it seems like the two of you put together a well worked out plan. Just be yourself, I am sure he will enjoy you just being yourself.” A smile rolled across his face, showing his straight white teeth, “Talk to him about your hobbies, your favorite foods, the things you like to do in your spare time… or what little you have. Treat talking with your father like you do a friend or conversing with your customers at your work.” 

“You do not need to treat this like something you do not understand. Instead treat it like a friendship.” He nodded. “Just take a few deep breathes and take a minute to look out over the ocean. Take some time for yourself, it may not be sleep but it is peaceful.” Reaching over, he took her hand and gave her a gentle pull to him, closing the gap between them and turned her to look out over the ocean. Taking his hand off of hers, he placed it on the railing and turned his body to face the ocean. “Just enjoy the view for a couple minutes. It is a 13 minute drive to get to your work according to your paperwork for you to arrive 10 minutes early for your shift. We have four minutes to enjoy the view and let you take a breather before you need to go to work. Oh and don’t get kidnapped for twenty minutes while you are at work. I need to run home and pack after I drop you off; if you’re going to make me run for ‘fun’ I refuse to run in a suit.”