It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, and my friend Alex's mom, Mrs. Johnson, was hosting a backyard barbecue. The smell of sizzling burgers and hot dogs filled the air, and the sound of laughter and chatter filled the atmosphere.
"Thanks, Mrs. J," I stammered.
Alex noticed the exchange and raised an eyebrow. "Mom, you're being a little too friendly, don't you think?" he teased.
Mrs. Johnson overheard our conversation and playfully rolled her eyes. "Oh, I think I can handle a little admiration," she said with a wink.
Alex noticed me staring and chuckled. "Hey, man, you're checking out my mom, aren't you?" he teased.
As I walked into the backyard, I couldn't help but notice Mrs. Johnson. She was...different. Her long, curly brown hair cascaded down her back, and her bright smile sparkled in the sunlight. She was wearing a fitted white tank top and a pair of distressed denim shorts, which seemed to accentuate her curves.