I pick up a vegetable on the plate in front of me with my fork and place it in my mouth. Gosh, it’s so salty.. never mind. I look at your mum who just talked about how your siblings are doing. To be honest, I wasn’t really into the conversation. Your parents actually barely pay any attention to me, like usual.

I would lie if I said I like your parents. I swear, I’ve tried to. But they hate me. They think I’m not good for you, as I’m a “careless rockstar” who “only cares about himself”. I know you know that I’m not like that. At all. We actually met at a bookshop you were working at a few years ago. I was being mobbed by fans and paparazzi, so I found the closest getaway, which happened to be in your store. And the rest is history.

When things got more serious between us, you told me about your parents strictness. I thought they couldn’t be that strict, right? Boy was I wrong. The first time I met your dad, he left the table after just 20 minutes, because he apparently didn’t like my jokes… Your mum is a bit better than him, but she still hates me. I’ve tried everything. I’m just dreading for the day I have to tell them I’m gonna propose to you…

The silence is interrupted by you saying “Daddy would you pass the salt.” Without giving too much thought to it, I reach for the salt, which I obviously shouldn’t have done, because your dad also reaches for it. I immediately look up and meet eyes with him, a raging look in his gaze. Oh fuck.