Teru opened his mouth and closed it again. A swell of anxiety rose in his chest as he watched Mob fumble with his phone.

What impression had he given his parents? What impression did Mob give his parents of him!?

And somehow the most important question he wanted to ask but absolutely could not…did they disapprove?

And he couldn’t peek at what was being typed either. That was excruciating.

Mob’s phone quickly buzzed with a reply. That’s fine, Honey.

A pause. Another text came.

Stop by before school, okay? You can have breakfast and pack your dinner for lunch.