Kathy
"You must visit again soon," Dylan's mom hugged me tightly as we stood outside the steps of her house. "Dylan, do you hear me? I want to see the both of you again."
"Alright mother," Dylan laughed, shaking his head. "You've just spent an entire weekend with her. Don't scare her off already."
His mother swatted him on the shoulder playfully. "Behave," she narrowed her eyes at him and then turned to me once again. "Kathy, keep in touch, okay?"
I nodded and made a string of fake promises to her that I'll see her soon… that I hope we continue to spend time together like this. When I was finally inside the car, I could not help but breathe out a sigh of relief.
"How was that for a performance?" I said, looking over at Dylan.
I expected him to make a joke in return but instead, he didn't move an inch from his seat and his expression was blank.
"Thank you for doing this, Kathy," his tone was suddenly professional, and he didn't meet my gaze even once.