~Otsana
We crossed the road together, my arm supporting her as we headed toward the car. I helped her into the back seat, ensuring she was comfortable before sliding into the passenger seat beside Paul.
"Sorry we took so long," I said, my voice light, trying to break the silence. Paul’s hands gripped the wheel, his gaze fixed ahead. For a few moments, he said nothing.
"Paul, are you mad at me or something? I already apologized." My tone was soft, uncertain.
He shook his head, finally glancing my way. "No, no. I’m not mad at you at all. I just needed a break. I’m tired, that’s all." His voice was flat, but I let it go.
I chuckled, hoping to lighten the mood. "I didn’t know shopping could tire a man out." I teased, nudging him gently. He gave a half-smile, a small chuckle escaping, but
