Johnny Kavanagh didn’t do girlfriends. So what were you doing in his kitchen with his mam right now? He genuinely couldn’t tell you.

His mam was nattering on, going back and forth between the counter and the stovetop, whilst Aurora just smiled and nodded awkwardly when the time called for it, her shaky hands stabilising themselves by gripping the mug of tea in front of her.

“Well, I think it’s just so nice that our Johnny has finally found himself a girlfriend — it’s all ‘rugby, rugby, rugby’ with that one, it’s good for him to have a life separate from it.” Mrs Kavanagh rambled, putting the carrot she’d just cut up into a large pot of stew on the stove.

“Oi, Ma! Aurora isn’t my..my girlfriend, stop freaking her out!” Johnny bit out, offering a sympathetic look to Aurora, his eyes silently communicating ‘I’m sorry’.

“Oh, is she not?” Mrs Kavanagh turned around with a disappointed frown. “Oh, that really is such a shame. Aurora really is a smashing girl. Are you sure?”

“Stop talking about her like she isn’t right next to me! Jesus, Ma.” Johnny groaned into his hands.

He knew it was a mistake as he deposited you in his car with his mam, running around like a mad man trying to find your shoe. That fact alone probably made it clear he’d lost his head to you.