Five days later:
“Hey Nala, do you have any lotion? My hands are dry.”
“Umm hum, I have some in the bathroom cabinet.” She says muffled by a mouth full of strawberry yogurt.
“Thanks,” I say as I head towards her bathroom and open her cabinet. I see a pink bottle that looks to be lotion and I apply it all over my hands, before putting it back.
“So, are you ready to meet my family, beautiful?” I ask her and she sighs deeply.
“What if they don’t like me?”
I place a hand on her thigh as I sit next to her.
“Since when do you care what people think of you Nala?”
She shrugs.
“This just means a lot to me. No guy has ever really taken me to meet their family.” I look at her in surprise.
“Nala, you’ve never had a serious relationship?”
She shakes her head and looks down embarrassed.
“I’v
