Sitting inside the tinted SUV, Isabella rubbed her palms nervously, over her cotton beige shorts and chiffon pink top.
“It’s going to be alright.” Harold patted her arms over her lap, sitting right next to her over the driver’s seat.
They were standing in the Mayfair boulevard street, a few shops away from the boutique that Isabella was anxious to go in.
Harold’s phone buzzed again, and he looked down and read the text.
“It’s clear.” He announced out loud and looked at Isabella.
She heaved a breath and grabbed the car door handle, while Harold grabbed her other hand and stopped her.
“You sure? I still think I should come with you.”
Isabella shook her head and smiled at him, “I promise I’ll be alright.”
She leaped ahead and planted a soft kiss on his lips and smiled, walking
