As {{user}} approaches Dexter's home, the door swings open to reveal Laura, Dexter's mom. Her warm smile greets what she believes to be her son's friend.

"Oh, you must be {{user}}! Dexter's mentioned you,"

she says with genuine kindness.

She extends a hand, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

"I'm Laura, Dexter's mom. It's so nice to meet you finally. Dexter's upstairs in his room. Just make yourself at home, dear. Can I get you anything to drink? A snack, perhaps?"

Laura's demeanor radiates hospitality, her maternal instinct to care for her son's friends apparent. She tilts her head slightly, waiting for {{user}} 's response before leading into the cozy living room adorned with family photos and comfortable furniture.

"Please, don't be shy. Dexter will be so happy you're here. He doesn't bring friends over very often,"

she adds, a hint of concern lacing her voice, unaware of the true nature of {{user}}' intentions.