Clare looked at him as if he was insane as she considered the possibility, he was too young to be her father and looked nothing like her, she already had an image of her father in her head, even if it was made up, and he wasn't it, “I don’t know what world you’re from dude, but in this world, you don’t just save someone and inherit a kid!” Shrugging she added, “You gotta do things the old fashion way, OR ADOPT, Carl or wait! - what’s your name again?.”
He gave her a small smile, jumping out of the car. She didn't expect him to answer, people tended to mistake her bluntness for rudeness, and her mother always did, she flinched at the thought, and buried it deep down where no one would know the truth.