Twenty-five

“How was work?” Howard asked her while they were driving on their way to the restaurant.

“Exhausting, you’ll never imagine how tiring it is. Lucky you, all you do all day is to think about me,” she teased him and tickle his stomach.

 “Stop that, I’m driving,” he said between his laughs.

Natasha giggled and turned to see the view outside by the window.

When they reached the parking lot, Howard opened the door for her. She glanced sideways upon having the feeling that someone is looking at her.

“Are you trying to look for someone while you’re with me?” he said with his forehead creased and his hands still in the door handles.

She ignored her and went inside the restaurant.

“Wait for me, Nat. I was just kidding.” He chased her but she seems out of focus even though they were already seated on their reserved table.

Her hands keeps on shaking and she