An old man with a physique of a body builder and a red headed young man is facing one another.
The silence in the room is deafening. The tension in the room is so thick you can cut it with a knife.
The red headed young man wishes that the ground just swallow him whole to escape this predicament.
"I may look like this however in my younger days I'm a lady killer you know." says by the old man with an air of confidence while puffing his toned chest. "Trust me, once you saw my grand daughter you'll be head over heels for."
Cleo didn't actually doubt his words. He can see that the old man is indeed has a good looking face. The scar on his face only enhances he's manly charisma.
"I have no doubt you're telling the truth sir." replied by Cleo while scratching his head, figuring how to escape this awkward situation.
"If that's the case. What's with the hesitation?" asked by the old man. "Don't call me sir, just call me grandpa from now on." he added.
