“Eunice,” Marco called, yet she remained vigilant even after she can no longer feel the menacing presence.
“Love, are you okay?” He stood up in front of her, confused about what is happening. “Are you mad? Sorry about this—”
“I ain’t mad. It’s just that I think it is better if we go somewhere else today.”
He blinked his eyes for counts before nodding understandingly afterwards. As he apologetically talked to the personnel, she felt responsible for ruining his plan that he seemed had thought of, thoroughly and intricately prepared for her.
“Apologies for today’s mess.” She tapped on his shoulder. It is not her cup of tea to spoil one’s surprise. But, unintentionally, she has just found out that it might be.