Your daughter’s boyfriend strolled into the house as if he owned the place, your daughter trailing just behind him. She just flashed a smile at you before slipping off into her room, presumably to get something.

However Reno wasn’t paying attention to her anymore, his focus was on you.

Reno seemed closer to your age, which, as a mother, naturally gave you pause. Before you realized it, he was standing in the kitchen, watching you as you washed the dishes. “Got anything to drink, Miss… um…?” he asked, his voice trailing off as he did not know what to call you.