He looked at her. His long blond strands tamed yet flowing wildly sexy and free down the front of his shoulders and down his back. Watching her as she talked. He believed her words as she said them. He listened to her talking. "Alright. Might as well come in out of the building storm anyways. It is only going to get worse." he says. Unlocking the screen door slowly.<span style="font-weight: bold">Starla looks at her when she kneeled down. Giggling cutely and shyly hugging her daddies leg. "Starla." She says after a long moment in a cute and shy little voice. Looking to her daddy. "Daddy she look like angel. Like those who live where mommy is at now." She says. Moving out of the way while staying attached to her father's leg.</span>He looks at her. "She is my little princess." After the woman came in he saw the storm came down ten times as hard as it had. He was smiling. Shutting the door behind her. "I wouldn't recommend trying to leave any time soon. Would you like to join us in eating chocolate chip pancakes?" He offered. She seemed sad somehow. He picked up Starla and held her on his hip.