MIA I patted my chest as I coughed continuously. "Here, take your juice," he said, offering me my glass. I reached to take it from him but he moved it to my lips. I took some amount and placed my hand on his hand, making him move the glass away. "Are you okay?" "Yes. Thank you," "You scared me there," he said, chuckling. I smiled nervously. "Your mom wants to see us?" I asked, looking at him. "Yeah." "As in....both of us?" I asked. "Yeah. I told her about us last night. She told me she wants to see us today for dinner at her favorite restaurant." He said. Oh gosh. I lowered my gaze as I processed what he just said. His mother wants to see us? He reached for my chin and raised my face to look at him. He is looking at me with concern. "What's wrong?" he asked. I shook my head slightly, lowering my gaze again. "Mia," I looked at him. "What is it?" "Nothing, really," I said, lowering my gaze again.He heaved a sigh. "It is because of my mom, right?" I looked at him
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