A few hours already passed by and I knew that within minutes we will arrive at our planned destination. All the way we were talking or rather I was talking on finance. I compared Norway's economy with United States of America. Turned out, Ted wasn't keen on talking about this subject either. He yawned like a crocodile and stretched his legs lazily when I asked him about his own opinion.

"You know, you don't look like a girl who would be interested in finance. Girls generally don't enter into this stream. It's - "

"What do you mean? How do I look like? You think that this job is only for males? That we women have to sit at home and look after our kids? Wake, up! It's the twenty first century. You guys have to accept the fact that we women too can knock you down in all fields. We are powerful too," I cut him off in a serious tone and I could feel my inner feminism rise.

I would have continued with my motivational speech but Ted surrendered. He raised both his hands and shrugged. "Relax, girl. I was just going to say that this finance was difficult for even thick skulled men and that in the recent years, women too are progressing. You always open your big mouth before the opposite person could even complete his sentence," Ted complained.

"Oh, I never took you as that kind of guy who respected women, considering the fact that you always tend to manhandle me," I justified and he scoffed.

"It's fun to irritate you, that's all. Grandma is very firm when the topic comes to women," He explained and I nodded.

"Well, you have got a cool grandma. My grandparents were orthodox and old fashioned. They would instead suppress women's equality in all possible ways by imposing restrictions on clothing to travelling. Thankfully, they are already buried six feet down," I said and laughed lightly.

Ted looked horrified by the way I was conversing about my grandparents since for him, grandma was everything. I could see it in his eyes the way he adored his grandma though he never quite admitted it.

"We've arrived," I announced cheerfully and we both hopped down the car. The place was crowded with men dressed in formal crisp suits and women clad in pencil skirts and formal shirts. It defined sophistication and success.

I took a couple of steps ahead and sensed Ted's hesitation in moving forward. I turned around and while waking backwards, I shouted gleefully, "Come on, it's not that you are going to meet him in - "

My back collided with another person and I whirled around. The person caught my arm and released it when I stabilised myself. I glanced at the tall, intimidating figure and immediately lowered my head. "Sorry," I muttered.

"Hey, girl! What are you - " I heard Ted's voice from behind me. I didn't know what made him stop talking abruptly. I could feel his discomfort since my back was pressed against him. I looked over my shoulder and my eyebrows knotted in confusion. Ted froze in his place and was astonished. His eyes were locked with the person I bumped into. I nudged him and he diverted his attention to me.

"What happened?" I asked in a low voice and Ted leaned forward. He whispered in my ear, "That's my dad."