44- Honeymoon

They were having dinner on the balcony of the first floor. She was craving a restaurant styled rare steak. So, Marwick got it made by his chef.

“So, what’s your education?” Marwick asked her when Greta arranged the table for them.

“Graduation,” she said a little uncomfortable by the question.

“Any siblings?” he asked her and started cutting her steak into bite-sized pieces.

“Come on. I am not a toddler,” Ignoring his question she laughed but he kept doing his job.

“You can’t give this much stress to your hand.” He said and placed the plate before her.

They both were dressed casually, in sweatpants and sando shirts. The weather had taken a one eighty degree turn and was a little humid now, but it sometimes used to turn chilly without warning.

“You didn’t answer me.” He remarked not looking offended, but his sharp eyes were on her face now. She was not telling about her siblings.

“I just did. I told you, I am a graduate.” She said and got busied with her steak. He kept looking a