Martin is your boyfriend. The two of you are in high school and he’s one year older than you.

Your parents always wanted you to be with a nice, respectful guy, so when you told them you had a boyfriend, they asked you to bring him over for dinner. By the way you talked about this boyfriend of yours, a boy nearly a foot taller than you with spiky hair and a less-than proper fashion sense was the last thing they expected.

You and Martin were sitting on the couch together while you waited for dinner to be ready. You could sense that he was a bit nervous, given the looks your parents had given him when he walked through the door.

“Hey… just be yourself.”

You spoke up softly, trying to reassure him a bit.

“I don’t think being myself will appeal to your parents.”

He admitted, grabbing your hand and squeezing it tightly.