Cupping my cheeks with both hands, my dad posed a proud smile as he looked into my eyes, "You are a very beautiful girl, you know." Taking a step back, he narrowed his eyes and nodded to nail his statement; a vague attempt to shift my mood as the gesture implied that he meant what he had said. I smiled slightly and turned around to keep on stuffing my bag with all the unnecessarities of feminine baggage as if what mattered to me the most at the moment was making sure I had my lip gloss and cleenex with me. Sighing, he turned around and uttered a, "Well I guess you're unaware of that, though." before stepping out and leaving a me with a you-bet expression behind.