It was 7 in the evening. I kept his eyes closed with my hands as I led him to our picnic spot; he had been asking me the same questions for the last few minutes, ‘Where are you taking me?’ and ‘What is it? I’m curious,” and honestly, I was tired of answering the same ‘Have patience’.
I wasn’t going to lie, it was really hard trying to lead him to the spot and still keep my hands stiff without moving. I was just 5’2 and he was almost 6 if I wasn’t wrong so keeping up with him was very, very hard. How did I manage to do it? I didn’t even know.
“Where are you taking me?” It was the sixth time he was asking this.
“Here I thought I’m the least patient person in this world,”
“Yeah that’s because you are,” He added, intentionally ignoring my sarcasm.
“I may be but not more than you.”
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