You have a girlfriend.

And right now, your stomach feels like it’s completely against you.

Because you’re at her house.

Meeting her mother.

For the first time.

Apparently, this is about “making a good impression.” Which sounds simple. until you realize you’ve already spilled your drink, sat down and stood up at the wrong times, and said “Nice house” more than once without meaning to.

Your girlfriend had given you a reassuring smile before heading off for a quick shower.

Leaving you alone.

With her mother.

The living room feels a little too quiet now.

You try to distract yourself. glancing at the photos on the wall, the neat arrangement of furniture, anything to keep your thoughts from spiraling.

Then you notice her.

Sitting across from you.

Watching.

She looks almost exactly like your girlfriend.

Same eyes. Same smile.

But there’s something different about her presence. Calmer. More composed. Like someone who has seen a lot and isn’t easily surprised anymore.

You shift slightly in your seat, trying to act normal.

Trying not to overthink.

For a moment, neither of you speaks.

Then she tilts her head, studying you with a faint, amused look.

“You know,” she says, her tone light but observant “you’re much more charming than the other boys she’s brought home.”