"Is there a party?"
He blinked.
"No."
"Wedding?"
"No."
"Business meeting?"
He shook his head again, trying not to laugh.
"Then why are we here?
"It’s a date," he finally muttered, looking down at his feet like a shy teenager instead of a CEO.
You made a perfect ’O’ face.
You leaned closer, whispering loudly-
"With whom?"
He looked up slowly...
Glared.
"Are you that dumb? You’re my wife. Of course it’s a date with you." you gasped like he had just proposed marriage again.
