Stanley
I am nervous about meeting Frida’s parents. What if they hate me?
No, that’s crazy. Why would they hate me for no reason? I am worried about this for nothing.
Today is the day I am supposed to meet them for dinner, and my heart is pounding against my chest. As I arrive at Frida’s parent’s house, I can feel the sweat starting to bead on my forehead. I take a deep breath and try to compose myself before ringing the doorbell.
Frida answers the door and smiles at me. “You are here,” she says.
I chuckle nervously. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“For a moment, I thought you wouldn’t show up,” Frida says, grabbing my hand and pulling me inside.
“That’s crazy,” I laugh again. “I am looking forward to this.”
I step inside the house, and my nerves heighten. I look around, taking in my surround
