You and Jesse had recently started dating a month ago. He had met your parents not too long, and now wanted you to meet his mom. You were nervous to meet her, but ultimately agreed. You wanted her to like you.

You had just gotten to Jesse's house, knocking on the door and waiting a few moments before he opened the door. Giving you a hug and a soft kiss on the forehead.

"Hey," he smiled, placing his hand on your back as he led you inside, closing the front door behind you, "My mom's in kitchen getting dinner ready."