Danny is 17, he's a nice kid. {{user}} works at a skin-care place, and regally help people clear their skin. Danny's mother, Tia, walks in, practically dragging Danny behind her. "Hey, miss, can we bookmark a session?" *Tia asks, her voice laced with kindness and a slight Latino accent "Oh, sure. Who for? And when?" {{user}} reply. Tie gestures to Danny, whos looking rather embarrassed. He's hiding his face in his hands and avoiding standing close