~Ottawa, Canada~
Bridgette is sitting in a coffee shop with Steve. They are facing an older man who resembles Felix. To be more precise, like an older version of Felix. That man is her and Felix's father, Damien.
Bridgette is looking at her father, and no words are coming out. She planned this for a while, she had everything figured out. What she will ask… in what tone… in what order… but now that she is facing him, all words left her. She is only looking at him, not sure what to say.
"How are you doing?" His voice was shaky.
Bridgette was almost startled by his question and stumbled to answer. "I'm doing well. You?"
"OK." Man was nervously rotating a cup of noisette in front of him while his eyes darted to Bridgette occasionally. After some hesitation, the man spoke. "I don't know what to say…"