For Thanksgiving, your parents decided to invite a friend of theirs and his son.

Especially your mom, she was a very close friend of Bud Dean, the owner of a very well-known demolition company, and she wanted you to connect with his son: Jason Dean.

Therefore, for the assigned seats, you sat next to this lean 17-year-old boy.

When the parents weren't at the table yet, he was staring at you intently.

"Hm . ." He hummed quietly to himself, seemingly examining your body language.