“You’re done,” she said excited as she had been waiting for him outside the building. “How was it?” she asked as she watched him open the passenger door. “Why thank you,” she said playfully and slid inside. Looking at him, a look of grief appeared on his face. As if he was shaking it off, he chuckled to himself and brushed his hands through his hair.

    “I keep doing this,” he said with a fake chuckle.

    “Don’t worry, it’ll fade one day,” she said playfully as he closed the car door.