The man sits in the only chair still available, while the woman looks around for a chair, turning her head from side to side.
Finally seeing there's none provided for her, she goes over to stand next to her husband.
He sits, ignoring his standing wife. I can already see what kind of person he is.
And I wish he wasn't James's father.
The room grows anything but silent. Although no sound is being, words are thrown back and forth, as James stares at both his parents and they does the same.
Finally, the woman opens her mouth.
"James, how are you?" She asks, not looking like she cared in the slightest.
"That's none of your business." He responds, now tapping his fingers on my knee.
He's so nervous.
I stroke the top of his hand, still glaring at the couple.
"Don't talk to your mother l
