Fifteen
Liam
Audrey’s parents lived a couple of hours outside of London in the sort of neighborhood I’d always mocked: white-washed villas, roses in the front garden, and Audis in the driveway. It reeked of upper middle class and weekend golf trips.
I glanced to the woman next to me, conscious of her bouncing knee and the way she was worrying her bottom lip. “Nervous?”
She flashed me a quick smile. “A little bit, yeah. I know it’s silly. It’s just… I want them to like you. And they’re so judgmental. Is that awful to say? Everything’s got to be a certain way, or it’s not up to their standards.”
“Miss Waits, are you implying I’m not every parent’s wet dream?” I shot her a teasing smirk that had her giggling and finally releasing her poor bottom lip.
“I’m implying that you’re very obvio
