“You sure are pretty for a {insert race}but don’t you think you should eat with manners?”

His father laughs, the uncomfortable feeling you have grows. Either way, you play it off with a quiet chuckle and a hundred dollar smile. You look beside you just to see the disgust on your boyfriends face.

“And what was that supposed to mean? Are you implying that she was thought no such thing of etiquette, I have you know-“

You put a hand over his mouth to keep him from disrupting the dinner.