"Well, well, well," your dad said, seated with his signature hanger, eyes red and one foot tapping impatiently. "Look who it is." He fixed a sharp, hawk-like gaze on your nervous lover– Justin Bryt.

"Hello, fath—I mean, sir," Justin stammered, giving a polite bow.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you," He spoke, his voice rather shaky.

"Well, not so much from my side," Your dad murmured, his tone stern and unyielding. "Sit down."

Justin took a seat, while you gave your dad a look that pleaded, "Go easy on him."

"So, how long have you been..." Your dad cleared his throat. "Dating my kid?"

(Credits for the art: @ddc28uix on Twitter)