- Meeting your mother?

- Is there a problem with that? - she asked, having fun.

- No, no. Not at all. Actually, I think it's fair since you're meeting my parents in Bahrain.

- I'm what? - it was Tita's time to be apprehensive.

- Is there a problem with that?

- You can't use my own words against me.

- Yes, I can and I just did. So, when am I meeting Mrs. Morales?

- I think she's available to receive you.

- Ok, but I have to say that I'm a bit nervous; am I allowed to be nervous to be meeting your mother? - the driver asked

- Ahah, of course you are; but if you want to see someone nervous, wait until I meet your parents.

- No need to be nervous, baby, they'll like you.

- Let's hope - she said as she walked to her mother. - Mama, este es Marcus Armstrong. I'll let you two have some time to talk, so call me if you need me.

Tita didn't return to her room, but she didn't want to listen to the conversation either, so she went to her father.

- Is your mother talking to Armstrong?

- Yes, she is. I don't get her, really. It's like she doesn't trust me or something.

- Honey, you're only 19 and you want to travel to the other side of the world to meet this boy that neither your mother or I know. You have to understand our concerns and that we want to meet him first.

- But...

- No buts, Tita - he interrupted her - And I will join your mother to get to know the boy too.

The girl was left alone, thinking about what her father just said. "Exactly, I'm 19. I don't need permission to do what I want." she thought, but there was nothing that she could anyway.

After a few minutes, Tita was called and still heard her parents saying goodbye to Marcus before getting her phone back.

- We'll talk to you later, honey - her father said - I think someone still wants to finish talking to you.

They handle her the phone and a smiling Marcus was looking through it. She asked him for a minute and went to her room again.

- So, how did it went? - she was curious about the talk. - You look happy, so I can only guess it wasn't that bad.

- I have to say that niceness runs in the family. Your mother was a bit more serious but your father was very pleasant. And I think they liked me or, as you would say, they enjoyed me - he laughed.

- Not funny, Marcus. But I'm so happy it went well, even though that actually makes me more nervous about meeting yours.

- Don't worry about it. I swear, they are super chill and there's no way they won't like you. But, if by any chance, they don't it will be an awkward trip from the airport to the circuit.

Tita made a confused face; Marcus had forgotten she didn't hear the conversation and had no idea of the weekend plans.

- Sorry, right, as I was saying to your parents, mine will accompany you through the weekend, during the races and on the drives between the circuit and the hotel. - he explained.

- That is a lot - was her only reaction

- A lot of time to get to know each other.

- Alright, alright, it's going to be a good time, but you better score some points.

- Yes, ma'am. By the way, what does Tiá means?

- Marcus - she laughed at his accent - that's not really how it is said. It is "Tía" as in aunt; that's what my mother asked you to call her, right?

- Yeah, that's not bad, right?

- No, it's just one of her things, she just likes to be called aunt by my friends.

- Alright, but does that make me your cousin?

- Don't be dumb, Marcus... - they both ended up laughing.

N.A.: This one is big, it's a thank you for the 500+ reads!