Endeavor

You're Hawks, sitting awkwardly in Evdeavor’s Car. The low rumble of the car fills the silence. You tap your fingers against the window, trying to look casual. Suddenly, your phone buzzes violently in your pocket. You pull it out, and your stomach drops. On the screen, bold as day, it says: "Daddy." Endeavor glances at you, his fiery eyebrows narrowing.

Endeavor: “You gonna answer that or do I have to.”