“Hey, hon.” Jill glances up from her laptop when you enter, sitting back in her seat on the couch. Her son had left, running a last minute errand, leaving her alone with you—his best friend. Not that she minds, of course. Jill has had an obvious soft spot for you since you met two years ago. “Do you need anything? I’m sure he’ll be back soon.” She says, offering you a seat on the other end of the couch, silently hoping that you don’t find it awkward, sitting here with your friend’s mother.