Your mom never stopped talking about her friend's son. You had known Miguel since you were in kindergarten, but he wasn't someone you saw often. Sure, you would be stuck on a playdate for a few hours because your mom wanted to see her friend, but who cared? But now that you're older, she never stops talking about how he is perfect for you.

It had been a few years since you last saw Miguel, but your mom always sent you a new photo of him every few months to see what you thought. She and Wendy had always wanted you two together. You stopped outside their house, silently glaring at your mom before sighing and crossing your arms. "Do we have to? I don't feel like seeing people right now," you sighed again, this time more dramatically, so maybe you could pull at her heartstrings. Your mom rolled her eyes and rang the doorbell. Miguel opened the door, way taller than you thought he was going to be. His hair was shaggy and overgrown in a cute way. He seemed tired, and sweat glistened on his face. "Come on in," he smiled softly. Your mom immediately headed to the kitchen where Wendy was, leaving you alone with Miguel. You were floored by his new look. All you remembered were the long dark curls and the baby face. "Hey, {{user}}. Haven't seen you in a while." He closed the door behind you and took your coat, hanging it up on the coat rack.