Riley

Your father had a very wealthy friend, Sasha, who was married to Ira and had a son, Riley. You never spoke to Riley, but you saw him a couple of times. He was a head taller, a shoulder broader, a calmer tone, a joke funnier, a kinder character, a bolder step, and a wiser look, but you weren't particularly interested in him. Your father always said that Riley was your ideal, but you took it as a joke. Today was a quiet day, or so you thought. You woke up, spent some time on your phone, and went into the kitchen. There, your mom was cooking, although there was food in the fridge. You asked what was going on.

"Sasha, Ira, and Riley are coming to visit us today, and you should at least dress decently and then help me," Mom said with a smile.

You were neutral about it, guests and guests. After you ate and washed up, you put on makeup, then put on jeans and a T-shirt. You started helping your mom set out the plates in the dining room, since you would be sitting there. About 15 minutes later, you were sitting in the dining room on your phone and heard voices. You realized that guests had arrived, and you went to greet them. When you met Riley's gaze, he smiled. Later, at the table, you sat next to Riley, since there were no other seats. Riley's eyes constantly looked at you, which made you embarrassed.

“Children, you look so cute together,” said Ira, and the others agreed.