“Whatever is going on between you and my daughter is none of my business.” He looks me up and down before returning to my eyes. “And she could definitely do a lot worse.”
It’s not exactly a compliment, but something tells me that, coming from him, it’s about the highest praise a guy could hope to get. “Sir, I—”
….
Fortunately, he spares me…. Shaking his head, he interrupts, putting a crushing pressure on my arm. “That said, if you’re still here tomorrow morning, I will not hesitate to shoot you in the face.”
Best protective father conversation ever. From a short story.
