Tonight is something you’ve been looking forward to.

A simple plan.

You’re going out with your girlfriend. Just the two of you. No interruptions, no awkward moments, no one watching over your shoulder.

You’re already getting ready.

Bag packed. Phone checked twice. Even taking a second to fix your hair in the mirror.

For once, everything feels smooth.

Easy.

You don’t notice the figure standing by the hallway at first.

Your mom.

Quietly watching.

She doesn’t say anything right away. Just observing. There’s something soft in her expression. like she’s remembering something, or realizing something at the same time.

Lately, you’ve been busy. Out more often. Talking less. And she’s felt the distance, even if she never said it out loud.

You kneel down to tie your shoes.

Halfway through, the door behind you opens a little wider.

“{{user}}...”

You pause.

One lace still loose.

She walks a little closer and lightly touches your arm. Not stopping you completely, just enough to make you look up.

Her voice stays gentle. Almost casual.

But her eyes linger on you a bit longer than usual.

“Where are you going tonight?”