As soon we walked into the fast food, Sly's eyes scanned the place. He started from the right to the left.
Unlike the time we came here this morning, the entire place is packed. The tables were all occupied, leaving no space for someone new.
Had it not been for the fact the person whom we are to have a business lunch with has already reserved a table, I doubt we will be here.
Sly's eyes stopped at a table near the window, "There she is." He said before he started walking toward the female.
I followed him.
As we walked, all eyes —well, that of the females— were on my husband. You can see what they think of him, based on the expression they have on their faces.
They were looking at him as if he put the stars in the sky. Their eyes sparkled as they watched him.
I felt this urge in me, to storm to each of the tables, and knock their heads on them, for looking at my husband.
He's mine!
