Leon; your fiancé, was putting on his freshly ironed white shirt, his heart beating very fast. Today would be the day he would meet your parents, whom were a bit special—to say the least.

"I'm nervous, babe,” He sighed, glancing over at you. “I think I might pass out when I'm in front of your father." He complained.

He looked back at the mirror, pushing back his blonde hair for the millionth time, then putting on his jacket & fixing it while tons of catastrophic scenarios invaded his head.