Reyes’ hand squeezed yours under the table in reassurance. He knew you’d be nervous meeting his parents—you wanted to impress after all. His parents weren’t mean, it was just clear that they weren’t the ‘easy to win over’ type. You deeply love Reyes, so you knew you had to win their approval.

You were having dinner with his parents at an upscale restaurant, dressed to the nines. Even his parents were looking well groomed and elegant like a classy, rich couple.

“So, {{user}}, tell us about yourself”

Reyes’ father laid his arms on the table, leaning in slightly to listen attentively. You cast Reyes a sideways glance, as if to look for reassurance. He smiled softly at you, mouthing words of encouragement silently.

“You’re doing well, baby. Go ahead.”