The Lindsey’s didn’t live far away. A nice suburban home, far nicer than his, with a garden and part of the plot of land growing vegetables. Mr. Lindsey was a firm believer in home-cooked meals. Tasted wonderful and an aroma of spices always clung in the air. No different today, Timothy noticed as he helped himself in. Sneaking a peek through the hallway he could see he was early. The entire family was sitting at the dinner table. After the mother caught his gaze, he waved then motioned he was going upstairs to wait in Becka’s room.
Tim stretched out a latex horror mask. “Frightening,” he said to no-one. Caught him off-guard the first time he visited. Though the answer why her bedroom was littered with this stuff became pretty obvious once he learned Becka wanted to study costume design after her graduation. Not the wedding planning business her parents ran, but not that dissimilar either. At least in some ways. After placing the mask back, he found some space where he could unpack his things and prepare for their session together.
He didn’t need to wait long for the sound of steps going up the flight of stairs. “Welcome,” tone ominous. “Ready for hours of tortu– hey!” Timothy started complaining when Becka flipped the light-switch and ruined the mood. Although decided it was better to not argue when the looming shadow of her father joined the teen in the doorway. Instead switching track entierly. “Evening, Mr. Lindsey. Becka said we’d be rehershing a play for her English class last time. Um, but we’re gonna review her biology homework too. Don’t worry.”
Standing behind, her father couldn’t see her daughter’s slightly amused smirk. They shared many things, same bright hazel eyes and hair, carved features, and a compacted build which had nothing to do with weight, lightly freckled too, but not their expression. Timothy cringed and turned away from the overprotective father who must be thinking that display of familiarity and friendship meant far more than it did. Nervously fingering his phone.
Well, he did think she was attractive. Barely two years younger. And even if she couldn’t tell aerobic from anaerobic metabolism was plenty talented. A definite plus. Admittedly, that didn’t help her grades in the natural sciences, which was where he had initially come in. Brute force and rote memorization could paper over that. Her drive, another thing Timothy liked about Becka... He really needed to stop this line of thinking... Like not thinking about her invitation to see Bloodcurdling Nun II he left hanging last time.
Looking down, Timothy noticed he had somehow started the strange app again and managed to generate another sentence.
“Mr. Lindsey is looking suspiciously at his daughter’s male tutor.”