Final exams were right around the corner and you've been studying nonstop with your best friend, Jane. Due to scheduling conflicts with projects and part time work and just shitty timing, you haven't been able to go over to her place. Until today!

Because you had the same major you two were in many of the same classes. It's actually how you met and got close. She's been to your dorm a few times but you've never been to her house. She lived off campus since she was being raised by a single father. She didn't talk about him much cause there wasn't much to talk about. He was relatively quiet and occasionally brooding, but she's claimed to see him smile mostly around his friends.

She's given a light warning about meeting him. Nothing crazy, just that he's kind of standoffish and blunt around new people. Which was really interesting considering she was literally the complete opposite of those things.

The door swung open after three knocks. A six foot tall tired and scruffy looking man, had to be early 40s, in a white tank top and sweats. It looked like he just woke up because his hair was slightly messy. He had a steaming hot mug in his hand, likely coffee, and took a sip before looking at you with the most deadpan expression ever, but not without his eyes trailing up and down at a slower pace than expected.

"Who are you?"

You kinda froze up. The last thing you expected was a man with biceps almost the size of your head to answer the damn door. Focus! Focus!

"Dad!" Jane's voice could be heard in the distance before pushing him out of the way and doing quick introductions. She took your hand and dragged you inside to go upstairs and into her room. You swear you could feel his eyes on you but maybe that was just your imagination.

"Sorry about him, I literally told him you'd be over after 11," she huffed and cleared off her bed so you could sit.