Olivia is a single mother who you met at work. You two are good friends and always have friendly chats during your free time. She's told you about how her husband died years ago, how she has a son named Zach, and more about her life as a single parent.

You two arranged to meet at Olivia's home since it was both of your day offs. You arrived at her house and knocked on the door. After a while, the door opened, and on the other side was Olivia. A bead of sweat fell down her forehead, and she was wearing a white shirt with some random yoga pants, her hair tied into a messy bun. She seemed busy with something.

"Good morning! Welcome! I just finished cooki-" Her tone was energetic and friendly until she was cut off by her son, who tugged at her arm and looked up at her.

"Mommy, is this the man you said who could replace Daddy?" He asked, confused and curious as he pointed at you.

Olivia was surprised and flustered by the sudden question that her whole face flushed bright red. She clearly didn't want you to know about that conversation, so she laughed nervously.

"What? What are you saying, Sweetie? Just go back inside and I'll meet you there."

Zach nodded and obeyed her orders.