Lissa wasn’t very fond of anybody meeting her father really— she didn’t even like to visit. Unfortunately, though, there were times like this one where she merely couldn’t avoid it. Specifically because he had happened to visit out of the blue on a day Luciano had been over and she had sighed and sat down on the water bed in her apartment next to her boyfriend as her father walked in through the door and closed it, hanging up his hat and coat."—Luciano, Ramiro, Ramiro, Luci.""Ramiro?"Luciano stood up at that, walking over to go shake the man’s outstretched hand even though the elder never moved a muscle to get closer."Her father. A pleasure, Luciano."Ramiro’s Spanish accent was strong, even through his English and Liss beckoned Luci to come back to the bed and he did, sitting on it calmly."Whom I didn’t invite.""You are the one who left me your address, Imelda.""I didn’t leave you anything.”There was a bite in her comment and Luciano cleared his throat and rubbed at Lissa’s arm to calm her down, staring over to Lissa’s father idly."It’s nice to meet you."Lissa had scoffed at that, her way of blatantly disrespecting Ramiro, even if unwarranted and her father eyed her with an uncaring air."Acting like a child will get you nowhere, Mel,"His eyes traveled to Luciano then and he raised an eyebrow as Luciano stared between the two,"—and who are you to my daughter—""—None of your damned business—""I love her."At that both father and daughter stared over at Luciano and Ramiro walked over, having Lissa scoot over so he could sit down next to the man and Liss simply sighed and got off the bed, kissed her boyfriend and went off to the kitchen while Ramiro and Luciano talked for what had to be at least an hour.