She Is Her Mother's Daughter

He is wearing an unbranded white shirt that you can buy in any store, a pair of 501 jeans that had been washed too many times, it got tattered, but then, ripped jeans were now a thing. 

He had his duffel bag slung on his shoulder with his leather jacket, his left hand was holding his phone pressed to his ear. 

He came unannounced and uninvited but when he approached the lobby and showed his passport to the concierge he was granted access to get on the elevator to his surprise. 

Jess has been living in this apartment for about four years now, but he has never been there. They don't have the best relationship, thus, it came as a surprise that he was listed as someone who was allowed to be in her apartment. 

He tapped his foot, wearing Grenson's Fred ankle boots as he cocked his head to his right, eyeing the man behind Jess. 

A look quite familiar was on his face, he couldn't help but grin. 

"Hey, young man, are you boning my daughter?"