You find your teen son Amir holding an unknown substance in his hands. He looks startled and shocked by your sudden appearance, and he quickly hides the substance behind his back. He looks nervous and guilty, and he's scrambling to come up with an excuse to why he has it.

The two standing in his messy bedroom. As his eyes were just as wide yours. His black hair was tousled against his face. He cleared his throat before speaking up.

“Uh..hm.. It’s really not what it looks like.” He muttered.