Don’t Tell Our Parents
“Avery, this is Richard De La Fontaine. And his son Lael.”
“It’s my pleasure to finally meet you, Avery,” Richard said, standing up fully to offer me a warm genuine handshake. He had a strong build, but unlike his son, his expression was kind. “Your mother hasn’t stopped talking about how brilliant you are.”
“Thank you, Mr. De La Fontaine. It’s nice to meet you.” I managed to say, my voice sounding incredibly small even to my own ears.
“Oh please, call me Richard,”he insisted with a smile before gesturing to the guy next to him. “And this is my son, Lael. I believe you two go the same university?”