"Please, dad?"
Shiharam risked looking at Jill's face. Bad move. Her eyes were pleading the argument all on their own, and didn't need the help of her words. The argument in question was the lodgings she would stay in for college. They didn't have enough money for her to stay at her college, and it was out of state. (Un?)thankfully, Haar lived hardly a block away from her college, and offered to let her stay at his place. Now, it's not like Shiharam didn't trust Haar, he was his right hand man for a reason, but recently it seemed Jill had a crush on the lazy man. Now, there were a hell of a lot worse men Jill could have picked, but he didn't like the idea of the two of them staying with each other.
It was at this point that Shiharam realized he was thinking VERY hypothetically. This was IF Jill tried to make a move on Haar, IF he said yes, and IF so many other things happened. Also, deep down he thought the idea of the two of them together settling. Haar was someone he knew, and he knew he'd treat her right. Also, having these thoughts with Jill breathing down his neck wasn't making it any easier.
Finally, he gave in, "Fine."
"YES!"
"But", he started, "You must call me once a week."
"WHY?"
"Because Haar won't be awake enough to, quite literally, keep an eye on you."
"Dad, you don't trust me?"
"No."
The nonchalant manner in which he said that pissed her off, but she knew he had a point. Still, once a week wasn't as bad as once a day or something.
"Fine… I'm going to start packing."
She trudged off, her ponytail hung down in anger.(Which was almost as weird as seeing it droop with sadness, another thing Jill somehow managed to do.)
Shiharam considered what he was doing. He was basically putting his daughter into a grown man's home. Shiharam was no fool; he knew what thoughts lied in teenage girl's heads.
"But," he thought to himself, "Jill won't be that daring."
Little did he know that he was dead wrong.