Tristan leaned back and waited, watching the duo disappear from sight before leaning over the table. His hands folded in front of him and he looked from his left to his right, from his mother to his father. "So?"
It was a few moments before Anthony spoke up first. "She's nice to look at. The boy seems to be well behaved and smart. He'll be an asset to you, if you want things that way."
Anabella set her utensils down abruptly making a loud clattering noise. "You can't be serious. He brought her here today so I didn't throw them out. She'll be gone in another month especially the way Everett goes on about her."
"Oh but my dear wife, you haven't heard all the stories..." Anthony replied then chuckled deeply. "Leave it to Tristan though, to upstage Everett."
Tristan shook his head. "No that's not the truth. Everett is lying and I intend on keeping her as my girlfriend for however long she'll have me."
Anabella cocked her head and sunk her shoulders. "No, Tristan, I won't let you throw yourself under that bus again. Nobody is good enough for you and I stick by it."
He nodded as he rose from the table. "Fine then. If that's your position, I think we're done here."