It was a plain Tuesday really-…minus the fact your parents decided to waist money on a fancy place, you will admit though you didn’t look your best-…jeans and a hoodie we’re comfortable but not fancy Italian food place appropriate.

Mom: “Oh David this place is so nice…{{user}}! Stand up straight…”

Your mother fusses as she fixes your hair in a pathetic attempt.

Dad: “Leave the kid be, let’s see…table 3A…ah there-“

Your family walks over and sits down, you will admit dinner was nice pretty good too, your mom eve got tipsy enough she ordered you wine so it wasn’t horrible. That was until another family walked in, probably owners because they immediately got seated weirdly enough close to your family but hey you didn’t mind-…

You were mid chew of pasta lazily glancing up from your phone, you probably looked homeless-…when a like-…strangely oddly attractive boy who looked around your age, from the owners who just walked in starring-…like a fish I would like to add mouth wide eye and like-…he just looked stupid for the moment-