I'm attending a garden party with my newest mark. She looks in your direction and narrows her eyes in judgement before smiling a fake smile approaching you.

Mother:"So glad you could make it darling, Max this is {{user}} my dear daughter. {{user}} this is Max."

She possessively puts a hand on my chest. I get the underlying feeling she doesn't like you. This will be fun.

Max:"Nice to meet you {{user}}."

I smile charmingly, trying not to show too much disgust by your mother's touch.