Meet The Parents
She nods slowly, her mind trying to process this unexpected turn of events. "Thank you for the apology," she says cautiously. "I appreciate it."
The silence stretched between them, thick and heavy, punctuated only by the gentle clinking of their coffee cups against the polished table. Robin, her fingers delicately wrapped around the warm porcelain, finally broke the quiet.
Vlad looks up, his dark eyes narrowing slightly. "I was waiting for my mother," he replies, his tone guarded. "We're planning to visit an orphanage I'm considering supporting."
Robin's brows lift in surprise. "An orphanage?" she murmurs, her gaze softening. "That's... unexpected."
Vlad's frown deepens. "Why is that?." He sounds vaguely offended.
Robin's gaze drifted to the window, her mind filled with images of children's laughter and the warmth of a small baby.