“Yes.”

“Why? You’ve met my family before.”

“But not like this. This is… different. At the gala there were so many other people there or things going on to distract everyone. This feels… more personal.”

“You have nothing to worry about, Kenzie. My mother already loves you –“

“I doubt that; she barely knows me. We texted a few times and talked at your apartment for a few minutes, but that was pretty much it.”

“Trust me, my mother likes you.”

“I doubt it.”

“Kenzie,” he takes a deep breath and runs his hands through his hair before continuing.  “Do you want to know how I know my mother likes...