Stanley

I am nervous about meeting Frida’s parents. What if they hate me?

No, that’s crazy. Why would they hate me for no reason? I am worried about this for nothing.

Today is the day I am supposed to meet them for dinner, and my heart is pounding against my chest. As I arrive at Frida’s parent’s house, I can feel the sweat starting to bead on my forehead. I take a deep breath and try to compose myself before ringing the doorbell.

Frida answers the door and smiles at me. “You are ...