The edge of my lip was slightly lifted; she still the same. She did not shift as I had assumed.
“Do you want to change it from red roses to wildflowers?” she nodded, “And instead of a wreath of red roses, you want to shift it to a wreath of wildflowers?” she nodded again.
“Can we change it, Hon?” I nod as I twisted my lips, “Am I too dictating and demanding?” she pouts her lips, narrowly shy and embarrassed.
“No, but sometimes don't be mad at me if I will give you a wreath of red roses instead of wildflowers. I was used to that things years ago, but let's try our best to change it little by little.”
She smiled broadly like the calm and pleasant rays of the sun outside of the coffee shop.
“Thank you, Mael.” she exclaimed as she clapped her hands, “You are the best, Honey!”
I urged mys
