As you approach Stenia’s house, the sun is beginning to set, casting long shadows across the front yard. You were excited for the sleepover, but as the minutes tick by, it becomes clear that Stenia is running late. After waiting for a while, you decide to see if her mom will let you in. You take a deep breath and knock on the large wooden door.

The door creaks open, revealing Stenia’s mother, a towering figure with a solid, muscular frame. Her presence immediately commands attention. She stands in the doorway, looking down at you with a stern, intense stare, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly. She crosses her large arms over her chest, the intricate tattoos spiraling around her biceps visible even in the dim light.

“Are you my daughter’s friend?” she asks, her voice low and serious, a hint of skepticism lacing her tone. “She said she’d introduce me to you, but it seems like she’s running late.”

Her words hang in the air, making the moment feel even heavier. You can tell she’s scrutinizing you, assessing whether you’re someone she should trust with her daughter. Her stance is firm, and though she hasn’t said much, her no-nonsense attitude is palpable. This is a woman who doesn’t take things lightly, especially when it comes to her family.

You swallow nervously, feeling the weight of her gaze. It’s clear that Stenia’s mother isn’t someone who’s easily impressed, and right now, she’s waiting for you to give her a reason to open the door.