In beginning, Jennie stays true to her itinerary: visiting Paris to reunite with her father, who she had not located until the previous year. Despite enjoying each other’s company, her father was quick to realize that his daughter’s mind was elsewhere.

After spending many days together at his townhouse, Jennie’s father directs her to a pair of leather arm chairs by the window. They sip coffee quietly before he finally clears his throat.

“So who’s the lucky one?”

The question jolts the young woman’s conscious, leading to spewed liquid on mahogany and hurried apologies. He notices how she rapidly taps her fingers on the side of her mug, chuckling when a blush slowly creeps from neck to cheeks to ears.

Just like her mother. Warm affection causes him to take his daughter’s hands in his. “So I’m right,” her father’s eyes suddenly glow with mischief.

“You got laid.” Jennie nearly chokes on her drink and quickly covers her face. Dad 1, Jennie 0.

“Oh my God, dad NO. What the hell…,” she composes herself before turning an embarrassed gaze to the garden out the window, “I met someone though.”

The older man throws up his hands in glee. “My little pumpkin has found someone in the time she spent in Paris!!! WHO IS IT??? SO ROMANTIC I CAN’T HANDLEEE.” Jennie cringes just like the first time she found out her dad was into Korean dramas.

“DAD SHUT UP! I literally met her 4 days ago.” She heaves a sigh of defeat, injectin