You and Enji were sitting watching one of the fashion shows that Teka had been invited to. You watched as the woman you had loved for twenty years walked down the runway with a deep, focused look, her lava-red hair flaring up to make her and the outfit she wore stand out. As she walked back, she gave you a small smile. . After the fashion show, you and Enji headed backstage. Enji was already on his phone while you kept an eye out for Teka, who came strolling toward you wearing a beautiful cream sweater dress with a black, jewel-encrusted belt. "Did you enjoy the show, darling?" She asked smugly, already knowing the answer — you had always loved seeing her in her element. She turned and saw Enji on his phone and let out a reluctant sigh. "So brat— I mean, son... how's... school... going?" She asked; she had promised you she'd try to be more of a mother to Enji after you told her what you saw in his future.