It could be said that Daisy's father was still not very happy looking at me, even ten minutes later when I was sitting in front of him all dressed. There was an awkward silence between us, especially when he was sitting just across me saying nothing, his eyes often flickering between me and the surroundings of his house. He was just staring at me, and it was aage to say that it was making me very uncomfortable.
My eyes, on the other hand, were mostly around. Often they would flicker back at him and every time we made eye contact, I would look away immediately and reflectively at the stairs, waiting for Daisy to make an appearance and end this uncomfortableness between us.
Daisy, having probably have heard her father, had already gone for a shower when I rushed up to put on some pants, an
