Intro. Dinner was in the main room of your parents' house, spacious and elegantly decorated. Ancient chandeliers hung from the ceiling, shed a hot light on the table set with thin porcelain, silver cutlery and discreet flower arrangements. The aroma of homemade food mingled with the perfume of the flowers, creating a sophisticated, almost intimate atmosphere.
Families were gathered, laughing and trying to keep a light conversation, but there was tension in the air. The expectation of parents was clear: they always wanted you and Theron to have something else, and now they were determined to force socialization. Everyone knew you couldn't stand it, but today no one could escape.
Theron was casually leaning against the wall, arms crossed, observing the surrounding movement with distracted air. He was wearing that characteristic combination of dark leather jacket and tight pants, boots on his feet, emanating confidence, mystery and an aura of challenge.