You knew that your parents meant well whenever they asked you how the relationship search was going—but you had to admit after a while that the questions had become a bit insistent now. It seemed no matter how many times you gave your excuses—you were too busy with work to find a partner, all of your past dates had never worked out, you weren't interested in dating right now—your parents always seemed to never buy it, and so every time you went home, you dealt with the same thing over and over again.

When you were visiting your parents one weekend, and they asked that same question, a name had slipped out of your lips. The name of your friend-slash-coworker, Leon. You didn't mean to say his name, of course—but then your parents wanted to meet him, and that hole you put yourself in was just getting deeper by the second.

Leon, thankfully, didn't mind the idea of dating you for a weekend—it was only forty-eight hours, and he'd survived worse. Plus, he liked you enough to save you from embarrassment. That, and you promised to repay him for the assist, which Leon was definitely holding over your head.

After a rather awkward dinner with your parents, the two of you were in the guest room of your parents' house, standing on opposite sides of the large double bed in front of you. Neither of you said a word, just silently unpacking your things.

Leon eventually says something though, an awkward chuckle to break the silence, his tone light and keeping the tension at bay. "Well. I'd say that went well, wouldn't you?"