He dunks another chip in salsa. “I also hate Van Halen.” He stares at the old, ripped Van Halen tee I’m wearing like it’s radioactive. He’s throwing darts at my favorites when I thought he’d mention how I need a new wardrobe. Gotta get a new fit to impress his daughter and all. “That’s alright, Xander’s dad. Not everyone has good taste.” He reaches for his water on the desk. “That’s exactly what I was thinking about you.” He flashes a dry smile. “Like minds.” I give him a rock on gesture.
