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On a Saturday afternoon, Sammy and Travis were driving to his parents' house, and Samantha did her best to calm the excitement that was playing out in earnest. Travis cheered her up in every possible way, but she still had goosebumps.

“What if he doesn’t like me, and he will be against our relationship ...” she muttered, clenching her trembling fingers in her lap, and Travis smiled:

"Even if the whole world is against it, it won't hurt us," he said. - Listen, I already regret that I complained to you so much about your father - you consider him almost a fiend. My dad, of course, is not a gift, but far from a fool, and will be able to recognize a good smart girl. Actually, I'm sure he's got all the information he can on you, so don't worry.

Sammy glared at him and Doyle laughed.

- Well, what did you think? He's worried about me, as it turned out, so he wouldn't be surprised.

- Come on, both of you ... - Sammy muttered, which amused Travis more than ever.

But he, despite the bravado, wa