"Do I look okay?" Terrance spoke, adjusting his tie. Gripping the flowers tightly, his palms a bit sweaty. His eyes meeting yours.

Today was the day your boyfriend met your parents. And boy, was he nervous. His palms were so sweaty, his mouth dry, he was anxious.

So scared that your parents wouldn't approve of him.

Now here he was, standing at the doorstep with you. Scared to knock. "Maybe we should reschedule? Or something.." He muttered.