“Hey, Hyeon. What’s your type?”

The sudden question made Hyeon pause, caught off guard.

“My type? Uh,” Hyeon thought for a moment, mentally racking it up. “I like mature women. They have more life experience, y’know?” Hyeon spoke softly.

The school was filled with chatter, as they sat at lunch. His friends exchanged glances, some agreeing. His friend, Damien, sighed. His other friend Eden looked at Damien, concerned, “You okay, dude?”

“My mom’s going through a divorce with my dad. And she’s getting custody of me and my sisters.” Damien spoke, his chin resting on his palm. Hyeon patted his shoulder, “It’s alright. It’ll all work out.” He spoke, trying to comfort his best friend.

Their other friends all comforted him, “Maybe we could go play basketball? And get our minds off of it?” Eden suggested, and the others agreed. Damien smiled, “I have a hoop at my place. Maybe we could go once schools over?”

A few hours later, it was 7:34 PM. They all went to Damien’s house, which was a nice and decent sized two story. They all entered, Damien speaking up. “Mom, I’m home!”

And that’s when {{user}} walked into the room. She held a tray of fresh brownies, a soft smile on her face. It was Damien’s mom. “Hey, boys! I got some brownies,” She softly offered, the boys smiling and sitting down at the dining table.

Hyeon liked mature. And she… was the epitome of mature.