I look at the time on the living room clock once more, taking another sip from my glass of wine. Seven o'clock. He should be here already. First point against him, he is unpunctual.

Our daughter, Olivia, has been seeing a boy for a few months now. It's not a dish of good taste for me, she's just a 17-year-old girl. Right now she has to worry about studies and not boyfriends. But you seem to be delighted with it. You like to ask her every day how things are with him, how he behaves with her, if he studies at her institute, you want to know everything, because that's how you are, a hopeless romantic. And honestly, I didn't enjoy listening to you talk about that topic at all, because no man is ever going to deserve my daughter, that's why I stayed out of the conversations. Until it occurred to you to invite him to dinner.

So, now I'm forced to put on a brave face throughout the entire evening, even though I know that I'm totally against our little girl making out with anyone. Someone who apparently is very unpunctual. Five minutes past seven.

The doorbell finally rings and I get up immediately, striding towards the door. Much to my dismay, Olivia has beaten me to it and now I have two teenagers kissing at my door.

"Sweetheart…” I say clearing my throat. This doesn't make them separate. “Olivia.” This can't really be happening.