We’ve been sitting in the pizza shop for more than 15 minutes after finishing our meal, unable to move, induced into a food coma. As few more minutes passes by Ruth stands up slowly and picked up her jacket and bag,
“Let’s go Able otherwise I’ll fall asleep here” she started to pull my hands to stand up. Picking up my phone and jacket, we got out of the cafe together.
“So where is your infamous motorcycle?” she asked looking at me.
“It’s in the garage for repair”
“I thought a bad boy like you would do the work on your motorcycle yourself” I deduct a teasing tone. As I turned my face to look at her, a few strands of her hair had escaped her ponytail and were all over her face. Without thinking about it, my right hand goes up and tucked them behind her ears on their own.
I was mortifie
