Author's Note: This is another review request. Teenage daughter has a first date. How do her parents react? Also I want to let you guys know that I love all the requests I've been getting and I have plans to do them all in time. Thanks for reading!

A Date

"Don't you think 15 is a bit young for her to be dating?"

"No, Dom, I don't think 15 is too young. It's just a date. You're being overprotective." Letty rolled her eyes at her husband from where she was putting away their morning dishes.

"We don't know anything about this kid," he complained.

"His name is Jacob. She met him in shop class. He's a year ahead of her at school. His dad is an electrical engineer and his mother is a nurse," she remarked off-handedly from where she was rooting around in the fridge, her voice muffled.

He stared at her. "How do you know all that?"

"Maybe because our daughter isn't scared to tell me about boys she likes," she said airily and Dom tossed a dishcloth at her. It landed on her head and she smirked, tilting it so that the cloth slid off to fall on the floor. "Maybe if you weren't so overprotective Papa bear she'd have told you too."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I told you now." She laughed at the look on his face, turning to lean against the counter with one hip. "Don't pout. We'll meet him tonight."

She popped the top off of a beer and passed it to him. He took it, but seemed disinterested, a frown still on his face. "I don't like it."

"You won't like it no matter how old she is," she laughed, moving past him to sit at the table.

It wasn't long before the teenage daughter in question came down the stairs, wearing a dress of all things. Dom didn't even know she owned a dress. He hid his frown behind taking a drink of his beer.

She paused in the doorway, her dark eyes big and her cheeks flushed from what he could only assume was excitement or nerves.

"How do I look?" she asked, spinning around.

The dress was pretty, though not exactly innocent. For one thing it was tight, and way too short, in Dom's opinion. It was deep blue horizontal strips of satin fabric.

"You're not wearing that," he said flatly. "Go change."

She gaped at him and looked to her mother who only shook her head. "Girl, where'd you even get that dress?"

"At the mall with Liana," she replied, putting her hands stubbornly on her hips. "What's wrong with it?"

"It's too tight and too short," Dom replied. "Go change."

"Mom, tell him he's being unreasonable," the girl complained.

"He's right, Sweetheart. It's only a first date. Since when do you even like dresses?"

"Well I don't but aren't you supposed to wear them to dates?"

"No," her father said. "You aren't wearing that anywhere."

She sighed in exasperation and sulked up the stairs. "Now I don't know what to wear!" she complained back over her shoulder at them.

Letty rolled her eyes and followed after her. "I'll help you pick something out," she said.

Her daughter let her follow her into her room. There were posters of classic cars on the walls and pictures of her friends and family scattered over the top of the dresser and the bedside table. Her room was still in tones of blue and red as it had been when she was smaller, but there were more grown-up touches to it now. At the foot of the bed an old antique chest that had been a gift from her aunt. It was full of special memories, like the dress she'd worn for her Quinceañera, her baby photo album and her old ninja turtle plushy.

The teenager tugged off her dress and tossed it to the floor with a pile of dirty clothes, then opened her dresser, rifling through without looking for anything in particular. "Mami, I don't know what I'm supposed to wear," she moaned, and threw herself onto her bed.

Letty sighed at the dramatics and tried not to chuckle. "Where's he taking you?"

"Just to Ralph's for burgers and milkshakes… and a movie afterward."

"Geez girl you don't have to get dressed up for Ralph's. Just wear what you normally wear."

"But shouldn't I be worried about how I look?"

"Why?" Letty asked, tilting her head. "He likes you because of who you are, not the clothes you wear. You don't have to impress him."

"Is that how you thought when you went out with Dad for the first time?"

"Uh…" Letty hesitated, biting down on her lower lip. "Well… no it was different for us. I'd already known him a really long time. It was just… a matter of realizing that we liked each other in a different way than friendship."

"So you got dressed up for your first date?"

"No. It's that we didn't really… date. Not like we had a formal first date or anything. Just one day we… sort of admitted how we felt about each other and then we were together. We went out, but it wasn't all that different from how it had been before, for the most part."

"You mean aside from… sex?"

Letty groaned. "Really? You are asking about that?"

"No!" the girl cried, covering her ears. "I don't want you to tell me about that. I just mean… like when you're boyfriend and girlfriend that's what you do, right?"

"Not necessarily…" Letty began cautiously. "That all depends on how you feel about the other person and if you're ready for that. You really shouldn't rush that, mija."

"Oh, I know. I mean it's only the first date, Mami. Sheesh."

Wrinkling her nose the woman tossed a pair of jeans at her daughter. "Wear these. And that cute red top Aunt Mia bought you from San Diego."

"With the crisscross back?" the girl asked, wiggling into the snug jeans. They were low rise and black, skinny jeans. She pulled on the red top and then a pair of red and black gladiator sandals. She brushed out her hair then left it down. "Should I do makeup? I'm no good at it."

"Me neither," Letty said, but helped her apply some eyeliner and lip gloss before they both deemed it good.

By the time they came back downstairs Jacob had arrived to pick her up. He was wearing a nice pair of jeans and a black polo shirt and sitting at the table with Dom. The poor kid was probably scared shitless, but was doing his best to answer all of the man's questions. They both looked up when Letty appeared with her daughter behind her. The young man's eyes alighted on his friend and a smile spread across his face.

"Hey," he said. "You look great."

"Thanks," she replied, grinning back. "Uh… do you want to head out?"

"Yeah." He stood, reaching over to shake Dom's hand. "Pleasure to meet you, Sir. I'll have her back before curfew."

"What curfew?" she asked, scowling at her father.

"Eleven," he said in reply.

"Papi!" She frowned, looking at him with those big eyes. "That's ridiculous. It's a Saturday."

"Dom," Letty added, bumping his shoulder with her hip. "How about 1?"

He frowned at her, eying the two teenagers for a long moment. "Midnight," he finally relented.

The girl sighed, but took what she could get, grabbing Jacob's hand and her wallet from the counter as she tugged him towards the door. "Thanks! See you guys!"

Letty shook her head and waved after her daughter. When the teens had shut the front door behind them she turned to her husband. "What did you say to that poor boy?"

"Just the usual," he said, pulling his wife into his lap.

"Oh yeah what's that?" she said, laughing as he kissed her throat.

"You break her heart; I'll break your neck."