"But of course! How can I forget how ridiculous I looked that day? Gosh!" I respond to Jerol's teases as we sip on our juices.

"You looked cute. I still remember how you looked with that chicken in your mouth unable to do a thing about it." He says again.

He is bent on making a good mockery of me tonight. I am not whining though. How can I when I want him to continue talking so that I can relish being in his lap for some more time? I wish this could go on until tomorrow. And another thing, it really thrills me to see him this happy. It...