Dinner with your parents

Halfway through next week, you find yourself in your Dad's office.

"Something you need?" You ask.

"Well, I just wanted to ask you something. There's a new restaurant called Variety in town, and Mom and I were thinking of trying it tomorrow night. We were wondering if you wanted to come along?"

"Yeah sure. Why not."

"You could even bring Adela if you want."

"I'll see if she's free."

You Dad gives you a nod. "Of course. I better let you get on with work."

"Sure." You head off to your office, where you text Adela.

'hey u free tomorrow night?'

'well I have my stream but I can delay it until a little later'

'oh right well my dads invited us out to dinner'

'he paying?'

'i didn't ask...'

'well its about time I met them'

'I'm sure I could change it to Friday?'

'sounds like a plan'

* * *

When Friday night comes around, you head over to Adela's place to pick her up. You find her wearing a striking red dress, red heels, and ruby earrings. She'd also put her hair up in a bun. Upon seeing her, your jaw drops.

"You look amazing." You gasp.

"Like always."

"Heh... Well of course."

Adela then wraps her arms around you. "You should see what I have underneath."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

The two of you share a brief kiss, before heading to the elevator. On the way, you ask "So, are we sticking to the freelance writer story?"

"For now, yeah."

The two of you then hail an Uber to Variety. Inside, you find your parents sitting at a table. They wave at you as you approach. At the table, your mother says "Hello dear."

"Hi Mom." You then turn to your partner. "So, this is Adela."

"Hey." She says.

"Lovely to meet you. I'm Cathy." Your mother replies.

"John." Your father adds.

"Pleasure to meet you guys."

The two of you then take a seat.

"So how was your day dear?" Cathy asks.

"Good."

Her eyes then dart to Adela. "I hope you give a little more detail."

"Heh... Well I mean I didn't get up to much. Just finishing off some work."

"Oh. What do you do?"

"Freelance writer."

"Like online?"

"Yeah, for blogs and online magazines and stuff."

"So you write articles?" Your father interjects.

"And fiction. I can't really afford to be that picky."

That's when the waiter arrives at your table. Upon arriving, he looks to Adela and stammers "Uh... Hey, can I get you any drinks?"

The four of you proceed to order a round of drinks as the waiter's cheeks go red. He scribbles down your order and with haste heads to the bar. As he leaves, you wonder if he's one of Adela's fans.

"He seems a little nervous." Your mother comments.

"Yeah, well... I guess they've just opened and all that." You stammer, feeling a need to deflect from the truth.

"Probably."

The night continues without a hitch. To your relief, your parents seem to get on with Adela rather well. Even better, your dad offers to pay for everything before you go your separate ways. Soon enough, you end up back at Adela's place, eager to find out what exactly she's wearing underneath that dress of hers.