Seated comfortably on the bench next to Addison, more comfortably than he would have ever thought possible even just a day ago, Preston chuckled at her musing about what he would have thought had he seen her walking by.  Letting the question linger in the air for a teasingly long amount of time as he took a bite, when he finally replied his smirk was as evident in his tone as it was on his face.  “What would I have thought?  Hmmmm, probably something along the lines of ‘that girl is smoking hot’, or maybe ‘I wonder if I could get with her’, or even ‘I hope she wears a skirt tomorrow.”<br/><br/>Taking another bite, this one large enough to spell the end of his first hot dog, Preston concentrated on chewing as he let his answer sink into Addison’s mind.  While he ate, Addison answered his question about her father, and while it was not really a surprise if he thought about it, nevertheless it was interesting to hear her spell it right out.  Grinning, Preston turned to watch her as she spoke, and found her looking right back at him to gauge his reaction.<br/><br/>“Slowly, huh?  I take it that his asking flat out didn’t go well?” Preston replied, wondering if Addison was an only child and if that was the pressure, but he didn’t ask.  It might seem like he thought she was a bad choice, and what they had was still too new to take chances with yet.  “Does that mean you aren’t interested?  I mean, did he want you to study it from a business case, or do the actual work like me?  Not that I think he doesn’t work!”  He continued, correcting himself quickly. “Don’t go selling me out and telling him I said that, although that’s probably the least thing he’d be angry about with me right now.”