Tom Harold and his future wife, Alice Stevens, were sitting at the kitchen table in Alice's parents house as Lucy Stevens began serving dinner.
"Seeing as Harold isn't home yet, I'm sure he wouldn't mind if we started eating," Lucy said, scooping a square of lasagna onto Tom's plate before moving over to Alice's plate. "After all, you two must be hungry!"
As Lucy finished serving the three of them, the sound of the front door opening caused Tom and Alice to look behind them. Standing at the door was a tall, well built man with light brown hair. He was holding two grocery bags in each hand, each one filled with various food items.
"Couldn't wait for me, huh?" he said, chuckling as he walked into the kitchen and set the groceries down before kissing Lucy. "Sorry I'm late dear," he said. "I was going to various stores looking for the wine you wanted. I finally found it in the store on the other side of town."
"That's quite fine Harold," Lucy said. "Now, how about you greet your daughter?"
Harold turned around and smiled when he saw Alice. "There's my baby girl!" he said, outstretching his arms as he went in for a hug. "It's so good to see you! I'm so happy that you're getting married!" He then let go of Alice and turned to face Tom, smiling.
"And you must be the lucky man!" he said. "It's so good to finally meet you in person, Tom."
"It's very nice to meet you too, Mr. Stevens," Tom said.
"Oh, quit all that formality!" Harold said, patting Tom on the back. "You're part of the family now that you're marrying my daughter! You can just call me 'dad' from now on!"
"I'll just call you Harold for now if that's okay," Tom said.
"That's perfectly fine too!" Harold said.