You and Azzi were the best of friends. Wherever one of you went the other didn’t stray too far.

You went to go visit your parents but Azzi didn’t make it yet because she had to stay behind a day for practice

“Where’s your girlfriend?” your mom asked when she saw you were alone.

“Azzi? Shes not my girlfriend”

“Really?” your mom asked genuinely confused on the nature of you and Azzi’s relationship.