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"You're rich."

"I'm not."

"Come on, Sana, this structure is what people commonly call a mansion."

Sana shook her head and rang the doorbell, "Lee, I told you my father works for the embassy. He has lived in apartments linked to his function for years. It allowed him to buy this."

"Gosh, I knew I missed a vocation. I should have worn a tie," Lee said, feeling a sudden urgency.

Lee didn't fear Sanas' parents' status. He just didn't want to live in a situation where her parents estimated he wasn't good enough for their beloved daughter. Sana had no siblings, which meant her parents were alert when it came to who she saw. Lee already imagined a muscled interrogation like Robert Niro gave Ben Stiller in Meet The Parents.

Sana turned and arranged his shirt collar; her eyes roamed on his face. It was true that he gave off Andrew Lincoln vibes with his hair grown out. "You're perfect," she said and kissed him.

Lee wrapped his arm around her waist. It was one of those moments where he needed to be reassured by the warmth and love of his partner. A little cuddle before the storm wouldn't do any harm.

No matter the age, meeting ones' parents was always an anxietys' peak experience.

Of course, the door sprung open while the couple kissed.

Thus, Lees' first encounter with Sanas' parents occurred while he had his tongue-tied with their daughters and his hands on her buttocks.

"Ahem," Sanas' father cleared his throat.

Like many people of an older generation, public demonstrations of affection weren't something Sanas' father appreciated, especially when his child was involved in the act.

In Mr. Gulatis' eyes, Sana was still a toddler taking her first steps. Any man that touched his little girl was a thief trying to steal his babys' affection.

And here she was introducing a second man to them. Her father hoped these encounters wouldn't become routine, and she would settle.

"Mom, Dad, ㅡem, this is Lee," Sana said while tugging on Lees' arm. The man wanted to make a run for it. Lee had hoped to live the endeavor once by marrying Camille. Now, he found himself facing another set of jolly parents.

After East Asia with Camille, he was in South Asian and Guyanese French territory.

He hoped the Gulati wouldn't roast him like the Kims.

"Nice to meet you, Lee," her father stretched out his hand.

The sign was already better than the head bow he got when he met his ex-wifes' parents. Even though the greeting was standard in her culture, Lee found it set a distance between them from day one.

Lee knew he had to purge Camille from his mind and stop the comparisons, but their relationship was almost sixteen years old if one counted their dating sequence.

It was like having the same car for the same amount of time, knowing everything about it. Its contour and frames, how its engine roared and suddenly being dispossessed.

As much as it pained him, Lee knew he would always have a soft and indulgent spot for his sons' mother.

Sana wasn't precisely in the same space concerning Winston. Their five-year relationship was correct, and the woman believed her love for him was profound, but the rupture knocked her senses back in place.

The last take with Winston left a lot of bitterness. Sana realized with time they were together by convenience. They got along, and the sex was fantastic.