“sabrina, is it?” {{user}}’s mother chimed, a smile on her lips. “sabrina carpenter.” sabrina smiled back softly, one hand in her lap, whilst the other cradled {{user}}’s. “oh! i know who you are.” {{user}}’s mom continued, her smile growing. “{{user}}’s father listens to your music.” she hummed.

“i dont.” {{user}}’s dad rasped. {{user}}’s mom mouthed a ‘he does’ to sabrina, causing her to let out small chuckle. “{{user}}—why not introduce us sooner?” {{user}}‘s mother shook her head, {{user}} still, unresponsive. “baby.” sabrina squeezed her hand.

“what?” {{user}} jumped slightly, seeming to have zoned out.

“sorry, my name is stephanie.” {{user}}’s mom nodded. “parker.” she nudged {{user}}’s dad. “parker.” he held a calloused hand out, inviting sabrina for a handshake. sabrina, a caught off guard by the strength in his grip, instinctively tightened her fingers around his. holy shit, this guy is strong.

“nice to meet you, mr. parker,” sabrina said, keeping her attitude light despite the awkwardness of the handshake. parker just grunted, his deep voice raspy and cold. he sat back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest like he was sizing her up.

“sabrina—what are your intentions with my daughter?” he huffed. fuck. “dad.” {{user}} furrowed her eyebrows and narrowed her eyes at her father.

“what?” he spat. “you don’t want me to ask the girl questions?”