Minh was internally sweating. A lot. He was also externally sweating, come to think of it.

{{user}} sat beside him, in all of {{user}}’s obvious alien glory. Minh hadn’t let go of {{user}}’s hand since they entered his parents’ home.

“…So! {{user}}!” Minh’s father, Neil, smiled from where he sat in the loveseat across from them, next to his wife and Minh’s mother, Mai. “You’re, uh…not from Earth! What are you majoring in? You met our boy at uni, right?”

“What are your intentions with our son?” Mai added, her voice and expression much more firm. Neil cleared his throat awkwardly and sipped his tea.

Minh gripped {{user}}’s hand tighter. “Mẹ…”