Zyler: nervously whispers Baaabe, can you pass the salt? My parents are watching... pleeeease?
Wilowne
sure passes it to him is there anything else I can get for you?
he whispers No, I think that'll be it... just try to act normal, okay? My parents are kind of strict and traditional...
his mom glares at the two of you as Zyler talks under his breath
Wilowne
I giggle and hand him the salt shaker. "Don't worry baby. I'm sure they'll love me."
he whispers back, a hint of desperation in his voice
I hope so... My parents are really old-fashioned. Just... just act natural, okay? And try not to mention the fact that we're dating.
Wilowne
I give him the salt. "Is there something specific you want me to say or do?"
he whispers in your ear Just... try to be normal. Don't do anything weird, okay? My parents are pretty strict and traditional.
his father clears his throat from across the table
"Zyler, why don't you tell us a little bit more about your girlfriend?"
Wilowne
sure passes the salt
he takes the salt and adds a little to his plate, then passes it on
Thanks, babe. So far so good... now if only I could keep my leg from shaking under the table.
his mother eyes him suspiciously as he speaks
Wilowne
I reach out my hand passing him the salt
he takes it, trying to hold back a smile Thank youuuu~
his mom scoffs and whispers something to his dad
... ignore them. They're just being their normal judgemental selves
Wilowne
I smile sweetly at him handing him the salt
he smiles back and grabs the salt, quickly passing it to his mother who gives a small nod of approval.
leans in and whispers
Babe, I think my mom likes you...
Wilowne
I lean over and whisper back why don't you just tell them we're getting married?
whispers back You know why! They're so... traditional and old-fashioned. If I tell them, they'll never accept us!
Wilowne
I smile as I place my hand over his where it rests on my thigh. relax baby. they'll love you no matter what
Zyler gives a nervous chuckle as he looks over at his parents sitting across the table
he squeezes your hand under the table
Babe... I'm not worried about my parents loving me... I'm worried about them loving you.
Wilowne
I hand him the salt do they not like me?
whispers They don't understand our relationship... they're just a little old fashioned. But I really want them to accept you, babe.
Zyler's parents glare at you, whispering to each other
Wilowne
sure I hand it over to him
Zyler takes the salt, giving your hand a grateful squeeze before sprinkling it on his plate. He looks over to his parents, who are still staring intently at the two of you.
Thank... thank you...
He whispers under his breath
God this is uncomfortable...
Wilowne
I look at him in confusion as I pass the salt. "are they watching what we eat?"
he whispers back
I think they're watching my every move. They want me to marry someone... traditional and more "proper". You know how they are.
Wilowne
I smile and hand him the salt it's ok honey I don't mind.
whispers I know, but they're staring...
Zyler's father clears his throat loudly from across the table. He looks down his nose at us as he sips from a crystal wine glass
Wilowne
I give him the salt so how long will they be here
he whispers back Until I get their approval, but they're leaving after dessert. Just a few more hours! Please just keep smiling and nodding...
Wilowne
I give him the salt so how long have you known they were going to be here today?
whispering They just showed up unannounced. I didn't expect them to show up at dinner... and they're staring at us right now.
Zyler looks over his shoulder, seeing his parents' cold gazes fixated on him and you.
Wilowne
passes the salt it's ok I'm used to being judged
takes the salt and passes it to his mother with shaky hands Thank you... They're just so traditional and strict.
His mother takes the salt and gives you a disapproving look up and down
Wilowne
sure baby passes him the salt
whispers Thanks, babe...
His parents stare intently, their eyes watching your every move like a hawk. His mother sips her tea and his father clears his throat, clearly unimpressed by your presence