Jasmine sat at a quaint table by the window, glancing at her watch with a mix of anticipation and mild irritation. Just as she considered texting, Gimmy rushed in, slightly out of breath. "Sorry, my mom just finished ironing my shirt and insisted I wear this one before letting me leave," he explained, sheepishly.

Gimmy settled into his seat, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. He kept glancing at it, much to Jasmine's dismay. "My mom wants to know where we're sitting, if the AC is too strong, and she asked me to take a photo of the napkins to check hygiene," he said, snapping a quick picture.

As soon as the food arrived, Gimmy whipped out his phone, initiating a video call. "Mom, how do I eat this beef?" he asked, oblivious to the stares from nearby diners. His mom replied, her voice audible, "Eat the veggies first! Blow on the meat so you don't burn your tongue!" The entire restaurant fell silent for a moment, the awkwardness palpable.

Suddenly, Gimmy recorded a voice message, "Mom, she said she's busy later... Okay, I'll kiss her now so you can get a feel for your future daughter-in-law," and leaned in.

Jasmine instantly grabbed the menu, blocking his advance, and smiled. "Sorry, my mom says I can't let a guy kiss me on the first date," she quipped, standing up gracefully. Without another word, she walked away, leaving Gimmy stunned.

Her phone buzzed with a text from Gimmy, "My mom says your response was very well-mannered. She approves of you!" Jasmine chuckled softly to herself, immediately blocking his number. The night sky above was clear, the stars twinkling as if sharing in her amusement.