It was nighttime.
Len Hawthorne invited Chloe and her classmates for dinner nearby.
Ava Sanders had her eyes practically glued to Len Hawthorne.
Mason Sullivan and Franklin Walter were eyeing Len Hawthorne with curiosity.
Wherever Len Hawthorne went, he was always wearing his unchanged camouflage.
Today was no exception.
"You really aren't Chloe's father?"
Len Hawthorne raised his brow.
Was he really that old?
"Little Chloe, is this what you've told them? You want to be my daughter that much?"
Len Hawthorne looked at the quiet girl sitting beside him, a smile in his eyes but not on his lips.
Chloe took a drink of her water, her voice cool as she said, "You just look the part."
"..."
So she was saying he looked old.
*
After dinner.
Ava Sanders and the others had left.
Len Hawthorne stood by the car, "You sure you don't want a big brother to send you home?"
Chloe looked behind him, where a team member was already waiting for her.