I barely wait for more than five minutes outside the garden's entrance when I hear heels clicking on concrete approaching behind me. At first, they sound as though they belong to a passerby, but then they start slowing down, seemingly louder and closer than before.
I turn around and flinch a little when I see my mom standing next to me, wine glass in hand as she takes a sip of her drink and looks in the dim sky. The air around us immediately turns awkward. Never in my life have I been in a situation like this, especially with her taking the initiative to approach me first. She's even the first to start a conversation too.
"Lovely evening isn't it?"
I nod, not looking at her. "It is."
