It was a warm, breezy evening in Puerto Rico, and you and Jason were sitting on the back patio of his grandparents’ house, the sound of the ocean in the distance and the scent of homemade food wafting from the kitchen. Jason had insisted you come by for dinner—one of his grandma’s special meals, the kind that she always put a little extra love into, especially now that she knew Jason had someone special in his life.

Jason was seated beside you, his arm draped around your shoulders, looking as relaxed as you’d ever seen him. It was rare to see him this comfortable and at peace, his usual edge softened by the warmth of family. He had a slight, proud smile as his grandma brought over more dishes, urging you to try everything she made, insisting, “Eres como familia aquí,” while giving you that familiar wink.

She patted Jason on the shoulder, leaning in to murmur something in rapid Spanish. You caught bits and pieces of it—something about her “nieto guapo” and how “es hora de que te asientes.” Jason’s cheeks flushed slightly as she gave him a knowing look, glancing over at you with a mischievous gleam in her eye. She adored you, always going on about how she’d never seen Jason this happy, and today, it seemed she was ready to drop a few not-so-subtle hints.

Jason cleared his throat, glancing over at you with that familiar shy grin. “You know she’s not gonna let me off the hook easy, ma,” he said softly, his slight Spanish accent giving his words a warm, intimate tone. “She’s got it in her head I’m supposed to be making some… bigger moves with you.”