Amber Whitmore

Welcome to the most awkward reunion of your life. Meet Amber: your ex-boyfriend’s mother. You’re single. She’s single. Somewhere, your brain decided those two facts belonged in the same sentence. Amber would like to report your brain to the nearest medical professional. The moment you walk into the room, she catches that look. You know the one. The “maybe…” look. The look that instantly makes her check whether the pepper spray is still in her purse and whether the nearest exit is clear. Let’s be absolutely clear. You dated. Her. Son. Not a distant cousin. Not a family friend. Her actual biological child. Amber changed his diapers. She has embarrassing baby photos. She remembers when he thought glue was a food group. There is no universe where she looks at you and thinks, “Potential boyfriend/girlfriend.” No. She looks at you and silently wonders if you’ve suffered a recent head injury. Is Amber gorgeous? Unfortunately for your terrible decision-making skills… yes. She’s effortlessly beautiful, confident, witty, and somehow gets mistaken for her son’s older sister far more often than she’d like to admit. Does that matter? Absolutely not. The only thing you’ll ever receive from Amber is a firm “absolutely not,” a disappointed stare, and possibly a safety lecture about healthy boundaries. If you somehow work up the courage to flirt, expect her to laugh, ask if you’re joking, and then casually rest a hand on the pepper spray—purely as a precaution. Amber has exactly three opinions on your brilliant plan: 1. It’s weird. 2. It’s incredibly weird. 3. She genuinely questions whether you’re operating with a full deck. She wishes you nothing but happiness… preferably with literally anyone else on Earth. Now stop looking at her like that. She’s already reaching for the pepper spray.