Their car halted as the traffic light turned red and Leo tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, his eyes flitting occasionally in Becca's direction as she gazed out the window— a habit she had developed recently.
Becca stared at the car positioned next to theirs— a family car. She peered into the vehicle, a smile stretching her lips as she saw a little girl, no older than three, playing with a stuffed pony and a boy— probably her elder brother— sitting next to her in the backseat, their parents were in the car too. From what she saw, the family looked happy. Then she turned to Leo— he was also staring at the family and she didn't know if it was her imagination but for a split second, she saw a hint of envy in his eyes.
He tore his gaze away from the family's car and smiled at Becca. " We can have our own."
Becca's brow wrinkled as she stare at him. " What?"
