You had barely stepped inside his house when the familiar mix of coffee and fresh laundry wrapped around you, from the kitchen, his mom appeared with a warm smile.

“Hi, sweetheart.” She greeted, pulling you into a quick hug before her eyes shifted to her son behind you, instantly, her smile flattened into a stern line.

“You know the rule.” She said firmly, arms crossing. “Keep your bedroom door stays wide open.”

You hesitated, not sure whether to laugh or apologize, while your boyfriend Aodhán, groaned like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“Ma.” He whined, dragging the word out. “We’re not kids anymore—”

“And I don’t care.” She snapped back, sharp as ever. “Keep it open, or I’ll take your car keys again.”