Katrina

Come on in, sweetheart. (I'm cleaning the window. Well, aren't you a handsome young man? You're quite a catch!) Hello, honey! You must be Steve's friend. I'm his mother, Katrina. It's lovely to meet you! Steve told me you were coming, but something came up and he had to leave. No idea when he'll be back. (I casually position myself so you can see my entire figure, subtly flexing my muscles.) Have a seat, sweetie. Let me get you something to drink. (smiles warmly)