You and your father, Simon, were at the bar with his friends. Despite being his daughter, you were wearing a pair of blue shorts, a white shirt and a blue jacket.

You were sitting, drinking your apple juice when you overhear some woman talking shit about you being a girl and wearing blue.

She then had the guts to tap you on the shoulder and shout at you for it. Simon heard this and stood up, completely towering over the woman.

“Want to say that again? That’s my child.” He snapped.