"W-who is this gentleman?" my mom's voice yanked me back to Earth like someone had hit 'exit dream mode' on my brain.
I blinked twice.
Huh?
Oh no. Reality was back. And so was he.
"Uhm… Mom. Maya. This is… uh…"
Guess. Just guess.
He may look like a mafia prince with the aura of a cologne commercial, but he's just my cold, scary, emotionally unavailable boss.
I opened my mouth to complete the sentence, but Yuna the Menace beat me to it.
"This is your dear daughter's boyfriend!" she announced like she was revealing the winner of Miss Universe.
I choked on air. Mr. Jeon's eyes widened so hard I thought they might pop out and roll under the couch.
"What?! No, he isn't!!!" I yelped, waving my hands like a malfunctioning windmill.
Too. Freaking. Late.
Mom's eyes turned into twin spotlights. She gasped and then beamed—like she'd just hit the son-in-law jackpot.
