@spaceodditty || Steve
Robert eyed the young man on his doorstep. He certainly wasn’t the angry overprotective type of father, far from it actually, but he still had a reasonable amount of protective affection towards his daughter. She still was his daughter after all. “If you’re looking for Zoey, she left awhile ago with her friends. I’d tell you where to find her but I don’t think I caught your name.” In other words, he didn’t know the boy well enough to give out such information. Granted, he was probably an all right bloke but he was still an unfamiliar face, one that would have to ease his way into gaining Robert’s trust.













