"Get a room, you two!" Fred butt-in our conversation. He pats my shoulder and leans closer to me and whispers, "I know a good place and I can lend you my discount card. Just don't tell my wife about it." He winked at me and leaves us alone.
I didn't notice that Claire's arm is still wrapped around my neck and my arms are wrapped around her waist. We just realized that we're still tied up with each other when Fred appears out of nowhere to interfere with our precious moment. We immediately let go of each other and had a few awkward moments of silence.
"He's right," she said.
"What do you mean? We should get a room?" I confusedly ask.
I feel my face is turning red. "What am I thinking? It's not like she is really suggesting that? Is she?" I ask myself.
"No silly, we shou
