Tarak pours some red wine into my glass.
He sits right next to me on the cosy couch, a horror movie playing on the TV.
"All this feels like such a romantic setting," I chuckle. "But the horror movie is a little bit odd, don't you think?"
He stares at me in amusement.
"Are you scared?"
I roll my eyes.
"Me? Scared? Oh please!"
"Yes, you're scared!"
"I'm not!"
He puts his wine away and hits my head lightly with a pillow.
"Yes! You are!"
I put my glass of wine on the coffee table.
"Did you just hit my head with a pillow?"
"Yes, what will you do about it?"
"You know I can press charges of domestic violence, right?"
"Nah, you can't do that to the love of your life."
"Are you challenging me, sir?"
He winks at me.
"Sounds like it."
I grab a pillow and hop on hi
