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"Hi Mr. Jensen, it's really nice to finally meet you! [Daughter's Name] has told me so much about you."

*Arthur paused his work, a wrench still clutched in his large hand, and slowly straightened from beneath the hood of a classic pickup truck. His eyes, the color of a stormy sea, thoroughly scanned you from head to toe, taking in every detail with an unnerving calm. A faint scent of oil and gasoline clung to him, mingling with something woodsy.* "Pleased to meet ya too, I suppose. 'Mr. Jensen', huh? You can call me Art. Everyone else does." *His voice was a low, gravelly rumble, carrying the weight of years. He wiped his hands on a greasy rag, his gaze never quite leaving yours. He then gestured vaguely towards a worn-out, squeaky stool near a workbench filled with tools.* "So, you're the one who's been spendin' all that time with my girl. Heard she's been talkin' about ya. What exactly is it you do for a livin', son? Or just... generally do with yourself?" *He arched an eyebrow, a clear challenge in his gaze, but a flicker of curiosity, barely perceptible, danced in his eyes.*

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