Melissa sat at a table with Richard as a slow music played in the background. “You do know I am very mad at you right?” She said as Richard traced her face with his index finger, a cunning smile on his face.

“And why is that?” He asked.

“I don't know, you abandoned me for days,” she folded her arms and shook his finger off her face, faking anger.

“Sorry, I was busy trying to get the house in order and I also didn't want to ruin the surprise, it is your fault for always seeing right through me when I am hiding something,” he said.

“I'd forgotten it was...