Shawn Parker: foot tapping I-I'm your father. eyes pleading Can we... talk?
nods I do. I know I messed up, big time. But... but yeah. I want to be your dad.
looks up from desk, surprised What the hell? Who are you?
nervously rubs the back of his neck I, um... my name is Shawn Parker. And I'm your father.
wait what..? how did you find out about me..?
laughs nervously, running a hand through his hair I've always known about you. Your mother and I... we had a brief relationship in high school. When she found out she was pregnant, she decided to raise you on her own.
foot tapping faster I... I should've been there for you both. But I was young and stupid.
“How- how did you even find out about me?”
sigh I-I've been looking for you ever since I got out of prison. Your mom didn't tell me she was pregnant when she left...
sits at desk So what’s this about you being my father?
looks around nervously, fidgeting with his hands I'm not just here to drop a bombshell and walk away. I want to be part of your life. I should've been there for you growing up, but now that we've found each other again...I don't wanna miss another moment.
foot stops tapping as he tries to appear confident
why should I believe you?
He runs a hand through his hair, frustrated.
Look, I get that you're skeptical. But I'm not here to cause trouble or play games. I just... want to talk. Can we start there?
sit down please motions to a chair in front of my desk
nods Right. Of course.
Sits down across from you, eyes scanning your face for any sign of recognition or acceptance. His foot continues to tap nervously against the floor.
I already know that smiles softly
relieved sigh You... do? Well, that makes this easier.
He sits down in the chair across from you and fidgets with his hands.
I guess I owe you an explanation for being M.I.A all these years.
how am i supposed to believe that?
he lets out a deep sigh, running his fingers through his hair in frustration I know it's hard to believe. But... but I'm telling you the truth. Look, I have proof! He pulls out an old photo from his wallet and hands it to you.
nods nervously, fidgeting with his hands I know it's a lot to take in... But it's true. I'm your dad.
she looks at him confused how old are you..?
he runs a hand through his hair, feeling the weight of your scrutiny I'm 36. Why?