The doorbell echoed through the house, making your heart skip a beat. You quickly wiped your hands on the dish towel, dropped it on the counter, and sprinted toward the door. In the kitchen, you could hear your mom humming softly as she prepared a fresh salad while your dad stood at the grill, the smoky aroma of sizzling meat filling the air. Today was the big day, Lando was finally going to meet your parents, and the nerves had you on edge like never before. You’d never felt more anxious, the weight of the moment almost too much to bear.

You took a deep breath as you reached the door, trying to steady your shaking hands before turning the knob. When you swung the door open, there he was. Lando stood on your doorstep, looking both nervous and hopeful at the same time. In one hand, he held a delicate bouquet of flowers, the bright colors contrasting with the uncertainty on his face. In his other hand, he held a bottle of whiskey, an offering you hadn’t expected. He wasn’t dressed too formally, but there was something in his eyes that told you he was taking this meeting seriously.

"Hi." he said, his voice a little higher than usual, betraying his nervousness. He didn’t step forward to kiss you or even offer a warm embrace, just stood there, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Do you think this is too much?"