Told from barista’s (Donatella's) point of view

After eating breakfast. While Alina did the dishes I dug my phone out of my coat pocket and turned it on. I had a text from mom, “I'm back from my business trip with your father. You're not at home. Where are you?” I texted back, “Sorry I ate breakfast at a friends house. Is it ok If I bring her over to meet you?” Mom texted, “Of course. Is she your girlfriend?......” I choked on air, “Please be nice. She's important.” Mom texted back, “of course i'll be good” with a heavy dose of sarcasm. I walked back into the kitchen and asked Alina, “How do you feel about meeting my parents?” She dropped the plate she was holding.