Barrett
When I decided to pick mini golf for our date, I never once thought my mom would be here. As far as I know, she's never played the game in her damn life. Yet here we are, I'm like a teenager who just got caught fucking his high school girlfriend. This doesn't feel good at all.
"Mom..."
She's glaring at me as if I've offended her in some way, which is crazy, considering I'm just living my life. I haven't lived in her home for years, and I've been successfully keeping my bills paid and myself fed for the same number of years not harming anyone. "You act like this out in public?"
My eyebrows go to my hairline. I'm doing half of what I normally do in public right now. I don't appreciate the tone she's using, and if I didn't think it would attract more attention to us, I'd tell her the same. Instead, I go for the smart-ass answer that I can try to lessen the blow of with a smirk. "I act even worse, but it's really none of your business. I'm having fun with my girlfriend."