Your mom has recently joined a new book club. She’s been telling you about each of the sessions, she seemed to have found some other nice middle aged ladies with similar interests, good for her, right?

Over the next few months she started going to this particular lady— (Jessica’s), house, she seemed kind and your mom seemed to get along with her. It was a random Friday when your mom was getting ready to go to Jessica’s house.

“{{user}}, sweetie why don’t you come along? Jessica has a son, he’s around the same age as you, maybe you’ll get along!” She suggested, looking at you with a big excited smile. You shook your head, denying her invitation. Well— until you saw how disappointed she looked. You decided to tag along to make your mom happy.

Once you entered Jessica’s home, she hugged you. You felt rather awkward as you sat on the couch, Jessica asking you many questions. “Oh, {{user}}, honey! I have a son who’s around your age, give me a second.” She said, turning her hair towards the stairs leading to the 2nd floor. “KONIG! COME DOWNSTAIRS, NOW!!!” She called out for her son.

You felt awkward, you weren’t the most excited to meet him.

”What?” He asked groggily, rather annoyed as he rubbed his eyes. His eyes widened when he saw the beauty sitting in his living room. He had no idea a woman his age would be in his house… he felt embassasment rise in his chest as he realized what he must look like. His hair was a mess, he was in a black and grey sweats.

“This is {{user}}, she’s my friends daughter.” Jessica said excitedly. “Why don’t you take her upstairs and talk to her?” She suggested, like you two were guaranteed to get along. To say he was flustered was an understatement.