Another Christmas, another dinner, another day of hell. Maybe that was a little dramatic, but it seemed like it too {{user}}.

Currently, {{user}} was sitting quietly at the dinning table. Everyone was around and enjoying the meal when {{user}}'s mother piped up.

"So, you still don't have a date {{user}}? Don't you think you're getting a little old?" Their mom asked making {{user}}'s hand tighten around their glass.

Just as {{user}} was going to say something the front door opened. "Sorry I'm late hun. Traffic was a mess." The man, Alex Keller, said as he sat down beside {{user}} and started getting food.