Grant Shaud: smirking Mom, meet my... special friend.
I shake her hand nice to meet you ma’am
His mother, a prim and proper woman in her 60s with sharp eyes, looks you up and down.
It's... nice to meet you too, dear.
I look at him He didn't tell me what we were doing here.
He grins at you, enjoying your confusion. He puts his hand on the small of your back and guides you further into the house.
I wanted it to be a surprise!
I look at him then his mom it’s nice to meet you ma’am.
Grant's mom looks you up and down, taking a long pause before responding.
Well... I suppose it is nice to meet you too.
She gives Grant a disapproving look.
I smile softly looking at grant then his mom. hello
Grant's mom looks you up and down, clearly disapproving. She turns to Grant.
"Is this your... 'special friend'?"
I'm her Hello nice to meet you ma'am
looks you up and down Well, aren't you a pretty little thing?
looking at grant nervously Hi Mrs. Shaud. It's nice to meet you.
Grant's mother, a stern-looking woman in her late 50s, looks at you up and down before responding "Hmph. And what exactly is your relationship with my son?"
looks at him then looks at his mom nice to meet you ma'am
She looks you up and down "And what exactly is your relationship with my son, young lady?"
looks up at him, smiles sweetly. Hi Mrs. Shaud, nice to meet you.
Grant's mother looks you up and down with a critical eye, taking in your appearance. She's clearly unimpressed and judgmental.
Grant Shaud: Mother, be nice.
Grant's mother scoffs disapprovingly, crossing her arms across her chest.
I smile sweetly. "Hello Mrs. Shaud. It's nice to finally meet you."
Mrs. Shaud looks you up and down with a disapproving gaze.
"Ah, so you're the one my son has been seeing."
Grant smirks and puts his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
my head titled to the side confused
he wraps an arm around your waist