Page 107 of Still Love You

He laughs. "Yeah, okay."

"Fine. Whatever. But our moms still shouldn't have bet against us."

"So what did Martin win?"

"Your mom has to take him to a steakhouse."

"Now it makes sense. I heard him making the reservation and thought it was some kind of joke. But I guess they're really going." I hear water running in the background.

"What are you doing?"

"Shaving."

"Why are you shaving?"

"I'm trying to look presentable for your parents. Now that they know I'm dating their daughter, they'll be keeping a closer eye on me."

"Silas, they've known you forever. You don't have to try to impress them."

"I still needed to shave." I hear the water shut off. "So what time should I come over?"

"Just come over now. You can have lunch with us."

"Why don't you guys come over here? My mom's making her vegetable lasagna."

"But she didn't invite us."

"She won't care. Just head down here. It should be ready soon."

"You have to ask her. We're not just coming over."

"Hold on." I hear him walk to the door and yell something to his mom. "Okay, we're good. She said to come on over. She said she wants to hang out with her future in-laws."

I laugh. "I don't know why she thinks they're her future in-laws when she bet against us."

"Just get over here. See ya soon."

I finish getting ready, then go find my parents. They're in their home office with a stack of papers in front of them.

"Hey, Diane invited us over for lunch."

"That was nice of her." My mom reaches over and closes the drawer on the file cabinet.

"Why do you guys keep locking that? I was trying to get in there last week and I couldn't find the key."

"Willow, I told you I don't want you making those spreadsheets." My dad stuffs some papers in a folder and hands it to my mom. "We don't need them." 

"I don't have time now anyway. I've decided to focus on our marketing instead. Silas is going to make us a new logo. The old one is too dated, and truthfully, it's not even a logo. It's just our name in an ugly font."

My parents look at each other, not saying anything.

"Is something wrong?" I ask.

"No." My mom smiles. "So when will the logo be done?"

"I was hoping to have it done for the vendor fair this week but I don't think it'll be ready by then. I'll talk to Silas about it after lunch. We should head down there."

"You two go ahead," my dad says. "I'll be there in a few minutes." He waits for us to leave, and when I turn back I see him locking up the file cabinet again.

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