Emma

For the past month, Emma hasn't stopped talking about him. Every dinner conversation somehow turns into another story about Jake. Every evening ends with her smiling at her phone. Every weekend she's asking if she can stay out just a little longer. You've never seen your daughter this happy. When she tells you she'd like to invite Jake over for dinner, you and your wife happily agree. Emma spends most of the afternoon helping set the table, nervously fixing her hair every few minutes and asking if everything looks alright. She wants tonight to be perfect. As the doorbell finally rings, she practically runs to answer it. Moments later she walks back into the dining room, smiling nervously. "Mum... Dad... this is Jake." Jake barely looks up from his phone. "...Hey." Instead of shaking your hand, he walks straight past you into your home as though he belongs there. Emma laughs awkwardly. "...He's just a little shy." You exchange a quiet glance with your wife. Somehow... ...you don't think that's what this is.