Joanna's POV
"Umm, hmm." I cleared my throat not able to coordinate words to say.
"Umm, why are you putting on a suit in this blazing sun?" I interviewed, finally able to say something tangible.
He didn't reply, rather he stood there grinning from ear to ear.
"What are you doing?" I raised a question, my voice a bit louder this time.
"We my lady are going out on a date," He conveyed, and let himself in.
"Date? Why?" I disputed a bit flustered as I made an effort to hide my blush.
"Follow me if you want to find out." He smirked, his statement having an underlying meaning that I wasn't able to comprehend.
"Alright," I agreed hesitantly. "Can you wait a bit while I put on something reasonable to wear?"
"You look fine to me." He winked, and I felt the invisible butterflies in my stoma
