Alicia narrowed her eyes at her daughter and said, "I do not faint easily!"
"You fainted when the dog barked at you last year."
"That dog was huge!"
"It was a corgi," Stella deadpanned.
"That corgi had a killer aura!"
Stella blinked. "…Mom. It was waddling."
Alicia slapped her arm lightly, "Stop arguing with me. You are not my cute baby, Oliver, alright!"
Instead of saying anything, Stella laughed, hearing her mother's words.
"The point is, you should have told me!" Alicia continues. "Do you know how dangerous that was? What if that young man did not save you?"
Stella's cheeks reddened. "Mom… don't call him a 'young man.' He's in his thirties. And he has a name...Dylan!"
Alicia waved a hand. "Nonsense. I saw him at Evelyn's housewarming. He looks younger than you and for a guy in his thirties!"
"He does not!"
"He does!"
"Mom!"
Alicia leaned forward, eyes narrowing. "Do you like him?"
Stella choked on air. "W-what? Mom! No!"
