He stirred the hot chocolate carefully and then brought it back to the sofa. He could not help from glancing at his watch. If... if they leave in ten minutes, they still had time for their romantic dinner.
However...
He looked at her sitting on the couch, hugging her knees so close until it touched her chin. Her eyes were staring at the wall blankly.
He knew when he saw her when they first time met back after broken up, her holding everything in even tighter than ever would one day be her timebomb. Once it was too big for her to handle, she would crumble... just like this.
He wondered what ticks her off this time. It would not be him, right? If he was the reason, she would refuse to let him in. She would refuse for his touches and kisses. But she allowed him to do that; touching and kissing. So he was not the reason behind her sadness.
Phew...
But still, he needed to do something to make her feel better.
