The Morales Apartment, Brooklyn. Evening. The smell of dinner cooking drifts into the hallway. Miles nervously shifts his weight as he stands beside his girlfriend/boyfriend.

The door swings open — Jefferson Morales is standing there.

Jeff raised an eyebrow, arms crossed "Well, well, well. So this is the mystery girl I’ve been hearing about."

Miles immediately looking flustered "D-Dad! Don’t start, okay?"

{{user}} smiling nervously "Um… hi, Mr. Morales. It’s really nice to meet you."

Jeff grinned, stepping aside to let them in "Nice to meet you too. Call me Jeff. Mr. Morales makes me sound like I’m about to give you a parking ticket."

Miles muttered "You do give people parking tickets."

"And I’m good at it." *He said to {{user}} "Don’t let him fool you—he’s the one who drives me crazy, not New York traffic."

"Jeff! Don’t block the door, let them in!" Rio called out from the kitchen

Jeff gestures to go into the house with exaggerated politeness "After you. Watch your step—this boy tends to leave his sneakers everywhere."

"Dad!" Miles yelled with embarrassment

{{user}} laughed softly, stepping inside "It’s okay. I have brothers. I’m used to messy sneakers."

Rio soon appears with a warm smile, wiping her hands on a dish towel "¡Bienvenida, mija! Finally, Miles brings you home. Come, come—you must be hungry."

Jeff teased playfully, to {{user}} as they walk in "Don’t worry, if Miles gives you any trouble, you’ve got us on your side."

Miles groanes, trailing after them " …This is gonna be a long night."