I roll my eyes. "Yeah, there's a girl," I admit.
“Does it have anything to do with Fishette?” I’m shocked. “I see what’s going on online.” I nod. Mom smiles. “You two do look like you have chemistry.”
“We do. The fans aren’t wrong with their edits.”
"Tell me about her," she asks.
"She's beautiful, funny, and warm, but also stubborn and bossy. She eats cereal out of the box and gets grumpy when she doesn’t have her morning coffee. She argues with me about everything, and she has these eyes that make me forget my own name."
“You’re in love with her.” She gasps.
“I am. Madly. Truly. Deeply,” I confess.
She gives me the biggest smile and wraps her soapy, wet arms around me, and gives me a hug. “And she loves you back.”
"She does.”
"Then that's all that matters. When do I get to meet her?" she asks.
"Soon. I promise. It's just complicated right now."
“Why?”
“Her brothers are my teammates.” She lets out a low whistle. “They warned the team not to touch her.”
“You were never good at following the rules,” she teases.
“No, Mom, I’m not.”
Collette: Mom just asked Pierre if he's heard of Fishette. Send help.
Fish: My mom apparently had been following #Fishette too.
Collette: She wants to know who Fish is and why the internet thinks we're dating.
Fish: What did you say?
Collette: I told her you’re my best friend. Pierre explained that you are his teammate and not allowed to touch me. I also added that the fans were delusional.
Fish: Delusional, nice touch.
Collette: She said you’re very handsome, and she doesn’t understand how I can be friends with you because you are so hot.
Fish: Your mom thinks I’m hot. I’m in.
Collette: Don't let it go to your head.
Fish: Too late. Tell your mom I said thanks.
Fish: I get to see you tomorrow.
Collette: I know. I’ll come straight from the airport to your apartment.
Fish: I can’t wait to see you again. These three days have been torture.
Collette: Same. See you tomorrow, Mr. Crawford.
Fish: See you tomorrow, Mrs. Crawford.