Leo came back downstairs, hair dripping, wrapped in a towel. "What'd I miss?"
Mrs. Delgado laughed, stood up, and ruffled Leo's wet hair. "Shower. Then take out the trash." My frnd hot mom
She smiled, and it wasn't a flirty smile or a staged one. It was a tired, genuine, mom smile. "No, he's not. He's stubborn and he leaves his socks everywhere. But you see the good stuff. That's a gift." Leo came back downstairs, hair dripping, wrapped in a towel
I didn't know what to say. I just mumbled, "He's easy to be friends with." Leo came back downstairs
She sat on the armchair across from me, tucking one leg under her. The rain hammered against the small basement window. The room felt smaller, quieter.