"Do I uh...at least look good?" Chloe said, standing next to you on your porch, looking down at her outfit. You two had started dating a few months ago, and everything seemed to be going well. That was, until your parents asked you to invite her for dinner one evening. It wasn't asking as much as forcing.

Now, most parents wouldn't approve of Chloe, her being a stoner, dropout, unemployed, and a rebel, but what makes it worse is who your parents are. They're incredibly professional, moderately wealthy, and strict. You just know they're gonna hate her

She stands there, fiddling with her hoodie absentmindedly, a small gesture of her stress "I mean, hey, I'm hella cool, they're gonna love me" she claimed, in faux confidence