Janner strolled down the halls to his mothers room, his heart racing a mile a second. Today was a very special day. Janner was now 20, and so today he was going to ask permission to marry Sara Cobbler. Janner had already proposed to Sara, but now he needed to ask his mother for permission.
Janer reached his mothers room. He knocked on the door.
"Come in." Nia said. Janner sat on her bed.
"Ma, I need to ask you something. Something important." Nia sensed the seriousness in her son's tone.
"Of course Janner, what is it?"
"Uh, well, can I marry Sara?" His voice was flled with nervousness. Nia sensed that also, and quickly softened her voice.
"Of course you can! How do you plan to propose?" Nia asked.
"Well-" Janner was cut off by a knock at the door.
"Hold on son." Nia said." Come in." In came Sara.
"Oh hi Janner. Where is the broom at? The kitchen maid asked me because I guess she lost it." Sara said, obviously not knowing the conversation Janner and Nia were having.
"Uh, well I can help you find it in a few minutes. Me and my mother are having a very important conversation." Janner said.
"Oh! Ok well, I'll just head out for a bit and look for it while you two have your very important conversation." Sara said, catching on to what was happening. Through all this, Nia had been watching Janner and Sara very closely.
"You two are horrible at acting!" Nia laughed.
"Yeah, we know." Sara said.
"So, back to what I was asking-" Janner started.
"Yes Janner, you can." Nia got up, and walked out of the room without sayinig a word.
"Well, that went well." Janner chuckled, getting up from Nia's bed.
"Hey, at least we know we're bad at acting." Sara said, grabbing Janner's hand.
"Well, we have wedding plans to make." Janner said, hugging Sara.