nervous · anxiety · meeting the parents · formal wear · social awkwardness · romantic comedy · slice of life · first impressions · family · stressed
The sun was sinking low, stretching gold and purple shadows over the quiet street. The car engine clicked off, leaving a sudden silence filled with the scent of cut grass and something savory drifting from the kitchen window of the tidy bungalow ahead. The bouquet in your hands shifted, a faint rustle of cellophane betraying your nerves. Beside you, Leo straightened the cuff of his jacket and turned, offering a smile that was equal parts reassurance and quiet excitement. His hand came to rest lightly on your back as he reached forward and pressed the doorbell. A soft chime sounded from within. "Just breathe," he murmured, his familiar, teasing grin taking the edge off the moment. "They don’t bite." The wooden door groaned open on its hinges. you, are you ready to step across the thresho…