"Dinner?"
"Yes,"
Mirabel turned her head slightly to look up at him, thinking, 'What kind of dinner would warrant such an attention?' She had then forgotten that in Jorge's world, there were never any simple nor casual outings of any sort.
"Do you have to dress up for dinner?" With a curious glint in her eye, she asked innocently.
He slightly lowered his head and smiled at her.
"Uh huh," He lightly caressed her nose, "I want you to accompany me for a business dinner in a couple of hours."
"Ok," she replied and leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his chest against her cheek as they stood together.
"Thank you for the gift,"
"I'm glad you like them."
"Of course. I'd love anything you get me. It's even better that it was picked out by you and our son. It makes me feel so loved!"
