Alzheimer's Disease.

"You realize you've been staring at me all morning, right? What is it about?" Nana asked Tan with a cocked brow when she raised her head again for the tenth time that morning to see him staring at her with a puzzled look.

"Have I?" He asked innocently.

"Yes, you have. What is going on in that head of yours?" Nana asked again, pushing away from her desk before walking towards him.

"You look different," He said, swallowing past the lump which was lodged in his throat.

"Good different or bad different?" She asked with a coy smile.

"Definitely good different," Tan said, giving her a flustered look.

He had been stunned when he slipped his fingers inside her the previous night and had encountered her natural feminine barrier... He had been more than grateful for the distraction when she had laughed and ended the whole thing with her joke.