WHEN YOU LOVE

PINCH ME

Yep, Winston demonstrated that he could do a hard and dutty wine. The man made Sana feel like she had sex with a porn star.

The act was finger-licking good, but Winston had the Achilles heel of being a short-timer. Sana described it as a sparkler effect. One got all excited while the fireworks burnt and had their lips drooping once the sparks were gone.

For the sex exacerbated woman, it was a downer, and the only thing she remembered him for, as for the rest, the story was part of life, but not the one to live in reminiscence of the love one had signed by Mary J Blige.

The couple entered the Gulatis home. Sanas' parents had a three hundred and fifty-square-meter triplex in the former industrial city of Montreuil.

Many factories became sought for locations once renovated and transformed into lofts. Some surface prices flirted with the million while overs flamed over the threshold. One look was enough to know the Gulatis invested big.

Lee finally a good glimpse at her parents once in the light of the living room. Sanas' dad wasn't very tall, nor was her mother.

Lee could see where Sana got her eyes and lips from. Her mother had a beautiful face, even with the subtle wrinkles. Through her, Lee saw Sanas' evolution.

He was definitely a lucky man if Sana aged the same way.

"Have a seat, Lee."

Lee sat down next to Sana while her parents sat on the other side. A dead silence slalomed between them.

Sana blinked in her mother's direction, only to have her mother flash a wink as if she said, you start the conversation.

To her surprise, Lee began, "you have a very nice home."

"Thank you, I did all the interior design myself," Sanas' mother said with pride while slightly rocking her head from side to side.

"And I put it all the money," her husband added.

Lee didn't know whether he should laugh or not. He sketched a smile and hoped the moment passed.

And that's when he saw Sanas' mother made a face Sana did when she mimicked something he said that she disapproved.

"I put in all the money, yadda, yadda, yadda. Aren't you full of yourself?" The older woman said before kissing her teeth and crossing her arms.

Lee wanted to ask Sana to pinch him, it wasn't much, but the episode defused the pressure.

The older couple bickered for a few minutes as though they were alone.

Sana leaned to whisper, "See, I told you."

"Are they always like this?" Lee asked.

Sana nodded, "we could leave, and they wouldn't notice."

"Eh, sorry about this," Sanas' father said.

"No worries."

"What do you want to eat, Lee? Sana told me you didn't mind spicy food."

"I don't. I don't have a particular diet."

"Great, I ordered from the Taj Mahal. They have authentic Indian food. The owner, Vincent, makes the best Biryanis in Paris."

This statement, too, wasn't something Lee expected. The man imagined Sanas' mother spent all day cooking for some reason. He recognized it as a misconceptionㅡLee, as many unconsciously associated Asians with hard labor, prestige, and titles.

He still had in mind Camilles' parents, who enumerated all of the schools their children went to and the diplomas they obtained from kindergarten to uni.