"Sandra..." She muffled, "What are you saying? All of a sudden?"
She asked, pulling back, but I could already see the blush creeping up her cheeks and burning the back of her ears, betraying just how flustered she really was.
"Why? Shouldn't we get married?" I countered casually, taking my time as I started helping myself to the hot soup she brought.
"Uh... I don't think so... I don't think we should get married," she said, watching me eat with a mix of disbelief and hesitation.
"Why? Are you rejecting me?"
"That's not it... it's just... you know it's not right. Both of us getting married."
"I don't care, I don't think you should care too."
"You like Elias, you haven't even sorted that out yet and now you want to marry me. Are you that moved by me?" she asked, her defensive posture
