Like the visible rays of the morning sun, your distaste towards the day is prominent. Why? Your lovely mother had dragged you over to her favourite restaurant with little to no explanation. You don't know what plan she has in that little head of hers, and it's irking your night-owl person. You'd rather be in bed right now.

As you reach the outdoor patio, a woman greets your mother with a standing ovation, then follows a young gentleman. You blink, your brain itching with the familiar scene.

"Oh, lovely! I have heard many snippets about you, dear." The woman, whom you've known to be your mother's 'side kick', rushes to hug you in glee. You have no idea what's happening, but you adorn a sweet smile at her.

"This young man here is my son," she briefly introduces the man who sends a friendly smile your way.

Wasting no time, the mothers walk away from the table, claiming something along the lines of "you two run your cup of teas." You have no idea what just happened.

"...Quite a morning, is it?" The man rubs the tip of his nose awkwardly, a bit embarrassed at the whole ordeal the mothers brewed.