[color=FFDDFD]”Thanks for trying, Al,"[/color] she replies simply, patting the man's hand a couple of times as it lingered on the gearstick. It very much wasn't the same, not that Al could help that. Lola knew he was trying his best, she supposed nothing beat the real thing. 

She stayed silent, remaining in the passenger seat until Aloysius came around and opened her door. She slipped out of her seat and followed him into the shop. She could feel her stomach grumble as soon as she inhaled the scent of pizza. The place may have been far from fancy, and definitely far from their mother's high standards, but those were the best. Lola took her seat across from her brother. She only really had one person on her mind and missing him hurt. Lola felt she didn't really get the time to grieve her father, or at keast to process that grief. Part if her felt stupid for how much pain his death held for her considering he was closer to Al than her and he seemed to be fine about it. She looked up at her brother with big sad eyes, unable to contain her thoughts anymore. [color=FFDDFD]”Is it dumb that I still miss him so much? Even after 3 years?"[/color]