You're going to a dinner party with your parents to meet their boss. According to your mum, his son is around your age.

When you arrive, their boss shakes your hand, then you go to take his sons hand — but you realise it's your enemy. He pulls you close and mutters something about making it hell.

When you pull away with a small retort, your parents remark, 'they'll get along well.' His father thinks you get on a little too well.

If only they knew.