Amsterdam.

- The Math Instructor -

It was a Saturday afternoon when your mother came into your room with some news about your new neighbors who had just moved at the house next door.

-(Y/N), honey, remember the Garritsens that moved here last week? - she wore a satisfied look on her face.

-Yes? - you said, unsure of what it had to do with you. - That older couple with a son?

-Yes, them. I invited them for dinner tonight, so I need you to get ready before seven. - she pleaded. - Wear something nice.

You sighed. - Fine. I'll do it if it makes you happy.

Your father was on a business trip in London and wasn't coming home until Tuesday, so it was just you and your mother.

As she wished, you were already in your suit pants and favorite shirt with a flower print. You curled your hair a bit and applied just a small amount of makeup.

At exactly seven p.m., a knock was heard at the door which meant the newly moved family had come for the dinner. Your mother opened the door quickly, with a smile on her face, making sure everything was perfect before it. The parents; a tall, blonde woman with glasses and a skinny, tall man also wearing glasses entered first, giving your mother a basket filled with presents.

-Oh, you shouldn't have. - your mother said. - But thank you.

-I am Karin and this is my husband Gerard. - they introduced themselves to you. - You must be (Y/N). Your mother mentioned you. You look even prettier than she described.

You offered the woman a shy smile in return, refusing to say anything. You weren't really good at talking to people, mostly because the words would fumble and everything would just sound wrong. After Mr. and Mrs. Garritsen had entered your humble home, the siblings had approached you and your mother.

-Hello, Mr. (Y/L/N). I am Laura and this is my brother Martijn. - the girl with the long, blonde hair chirped. - Nice to meet you.

-Oh, nice to meet you, too. - your mother replied. - Karin, I had no idea you had a daughter, too. You are absolutely beautiful, Laura.

-Thank you. - she politely said.

That girl definitely seemed too happy and that kind of annoyed you. Not that you were too dark or depressed, it was just that too happy people seemed too fake. But you didn't want to judge right away, she was really polite and pretty.

-Oh, and Martijn. You are a handsome boy yourself. - your mother commented the boy's appearance and the boy's cheeks blushed.

-Thank you.

Well, they were both surely well-mannered.

The girl approached you and hugged you tightly, as if you knew each other from before.

-I heard you were only a year older than me! We could be great friends, if you want to. - she excitedly said.

-Sure, that would be great! - your mom added. - You could meet somebody positive for a change, (Y/N).

You cursed inside because she had made it seem as if you had no friends at all and this was your only chance to meet somebody new.

-Please, make yourself at home.

That's when the dinner started.

Your mom was seated at the head of the table, Laura on the opposite, the Garritsens on the left side and you and Martijn on the right. You noticed he was sitting awfully close to you, which made you feel uncomfortable but happy at the same time. He smelled good though, the expensive perfume filling your nostrils every once in a while when he made a move. The parents were talking to your mother while you kids kept quiet most of the time. The elders must've noticed since they tried to start up a conversation between the three of you.