"is this your boyfriend?" your father's skeptical tone accompanied his raised eyebrow directed at choso. choso, unfazed, adjusted his hair while exhaling. the faint smell of coffee and cigarettes lingered in the room. your mother simply smiled, supposedly happy that you had somebody to protect you. after all, he looked tall and intimidating.

his gaze then shifted to you, perhaps hoping you could salvage the situation or highlight his appealing qualities to your dad.