“Joseph can I speak to you for a moment?” were the words Joe’s ears were met with. He was visiting his girlfriend of eleven months for the second time, and Jasmine had warned him about how strict he is, but Joe was being the oblivious, confident one. Joe got up from the couch, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead and saying, “Wish me luck Jazz.” Joe offered a friendly hand to her father, in which he blatantly denied with an evil look which turned Joe’s friendly demeanor into a warned glance. “Joseph, you and my daughter are getting pretty serious now, and I really, really want you to know that if you ever, ever, hurt my daughter, so help me I will personally hunt you down and fucking lock you in an underground cellar. You hear me?” he said, throwing a strong glance in Joe’s direction, which made him fear for his life. But, as most of these situations go, Joe feels differently towards Jasmine. She’s not like all the other girls he’s been with, so when this situation arose, Joe knew that the truth would be different, “Sir, I’m not one to speak on this situation, but your daughter is wondrously special to me. She’s talented, genuine, spectacular and just down to earth. If anything she’s too good for me, and I don’t deserve her,” Joe licked his lips as he caught a quick glimpse of Jasmine looking back at him, “Jasmine is a goddess in my eyes, sir, and if I hurt her I’d never live it down. I promise you she will not be hurt by anyone, much less me. I’ll protect her, no matter what happens. I promise.” He affirmed, offering his hand again, which, to his surprise Jasmine’s father gripped with a stern fervor, agreeing to Joe’s words.