He could feel Benson and Nico’s worried glances on him, but he shrugged. “You’ve improved. A little more work on the timing and you’ll get better.”
“Seriously? Does that mean I can come back next year?”
“Maybe.”
Her face fell. “What, why?”
“I meant maybe I’ll have classes next year, maybe I won’t.”
“But if you’re dating Mom, you can still gimme lessons, right?”
This kid. Fletcher snorted and shook his head. “No preferential treatment.”
“Ugh, fine. I’ll make Benson teach me.”
Fletcher patted his friend on the back and shot Emery a wink before heading to his office, pulling his phone out of his pocket.
Fletcher
What’s the nicest way to tell someone they’re not good at something?
Micah
You suck.
Fletcher
…
Micah
Not you! That’s what you tell someone.
Fletcher
What about when the someone is your kid?
Micah
Oh god, how bad is she?
Fletcher
Well…
Before he could type out the rest of his message, his phone started to ring, Micah’s name flashing at the top of his screen. He chuckled and settled behind his desk as he swiped to answer.
“Love bug.”
“How bad is she, Fletch?”
“She’s a little tone deaf.” Among other things. But he kept that to himself for now.
Micah groaned and he could picture her rubbing her forehead. “Maybe I should tell her to give it up.”
“No, don’t do that. We’ll find a way through this.”
“Is that her?” she asked and Fletcher winced at the sudden clashing and banging. He got up to close his door and leaned against it. “She’s so bad, Fletch. Save us all.”