Alisha pov
Mom and I are sitting on the couch, facing each other. I'm biting my lips and bouncing my feet out of nervousness. My mom's question made my soul almost leave my body. How did she even see him? After that, twenty minutes, one thousand, and two hundred seconds passed, but she still didn't say anything. And it is making my heart pound. She is looking at me like the way I see in movies where the investigator looks at the criminal while they investigate them.
She is waiting for me to answer her question, and I'm thinking about how to tell her. She asked me who he was, which meant, she didn't see his face. My mom is open-minded, and she won't mind me being in a relationship. But my dad and Adrian would. Mom would support me; I know that, but as I said before, I don't want my family to know about this whole thing until he and I are in a serious thing. I could have told her that he was my friend, but by the look of Mom, I don't think she would buy it.
