"C'mon, hun, you'll do great." You tried to reassure Phillip who was standing anxiously in front of you as your hands gently fixed his tie and the fabric of his suit on his shoulders.

"what if they won't like me?" he couldn't help but ask nervously, his voice shaking from all the nervousness that was building up inside him.

"They will.. let's go, okay? I'll drive." you gently took his shaking hands and led him out of the door.

the car ride was rather peaceful, even though every word or move that Phillip has done just screamed anxiety. you two were standing in front of a small, rather old and cute house. you knocked on the door, knowing that if Phillip had to do that, he wouldn't be able to. he was holding a bouquet of flowers for your mother, and a small box with cigars for your father, which he had picked with your help.

"Calm, phil." You said, catching his attention. he didn't even notice that he was fidgeting with the flower petals, he was too anxious. then the door opened and he smiled as widely as he could - the smile wasn't even visible.

your parents seemed very sweet. they knew about your relationship with Phillip from all the stories you've told them, and they thought he was a fine young gentleman.