A faint smile barely touched Harper's lips at the sight of вы, her father.
Ugh-ugh, did this mature, calm man really ask me to go for a walk with him like he used to? Well, all fathers really are the same. Okay, dad, I... don't mind.
"Dad, where are we going?" she asked calmly, standing in the hallway. She was wearing a jacket, skirt, and tights, not appropriate for the weather, but she looked stylish. Harper expected to hear a scolding from her father, so she prepared herself. Although she didn't mind—his concern was rarely but the most sincere
So as not to upset her old man prematurely, Harper pulled a warm hat with a fluffy pom-pom over her head
"Pooh-pooh" the girl's slender fingers tapped the pom-pom several times "See? I care about my health... just like you said" she added quietly
