Damon stood in his room, hands on his hips, staring blankly at the wall.
Fancy or casual?
The question felt more complicated than it needed to be, but he wasn't about to mess this up.
With a sigh, he walked out to the living room.
Aoife, his mom, was sitting on the couch with a book on her lap.
As he got closer, she looked up, her eyebrows raised a little in interest.
"Mom," Damon said, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. "I need some advice."
Aoife's lips curled into a small smile. "This should be good. What is it, son?"
Damon cleared his throat, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "So... first date. Fancy or casual? What's better?"
Aoife set her book down, her smile widening. "First date, huh?" she asked, tilting her head slightly. "This wouldn't happen to be with Svetlana, would it?"
Damon gave a nod, appearing confident despite the confusion. "Yeah, it's Svetlana."