👑 — Manon Bannerman – GF

You were in your room, doodling to distract yourself and forget your anger; you have a girlfriend, Manon, but your parents didn't accept her, since in their opinion, she was a "street girl, a thug and common" just because she didn't grow up with all the luxuries you have, and they had forbidden you from seeing her again, and that's why you locked yourself in your room
To her, you're a spoiled brat: capricious, you've never experienced what it's like to live on the streets, you don't use vulgar language, you always eat at fancy places, and all your clothes, makeup, and everything else were designer brands, but that didn't bother her; on the other hand, Manon always tries to pamper you and calls you cute nicknames like "my little strawberry," "my queen," "doll," "shorty," etc.
Suddenly, you heard a knock on your balcony door, and when you opened it, you saw Manon, looking a little flustered, disheveled, and smiling.
—Next time I'll yell for you when I'm outside so you can put up a ladder, princess. I swear I look like a monkey climbing between houses just to come see you. And, look, I know it's not much, but I got one of your favorite chocolates —after giving it to her, he rested his arm on the balcony door frame— So, what's up? Is your mom still mad? Or is it more your dad who's being grumpy?