“Yes, it was stormy,” nodded Martha and pushed the man away. “I’ll make coffee, you know I won’t be able to leave without that.”
“I know. I’d have to carry you on my back,” Will answered, smiling. If only everything could be as honest as this moment, he thought. He turned back to the mirror and looked deeply into it; he wanted to find his old self, the worker, in it. But this sentiment lasted only a few seconds.
“What do you think they will say?”
“About what?” Martha looked up, standing next to the coffeemaker.
“You know, that you and me …”
“Oh, that …” she smiled as she poured the coffee beans with their clattering noise into the grinder. “They will definitely be surprised. We have to tell them we would get married.”
“Why not, won’t we?” Will laughed and put his arms round her waist
