40, BREAKFAST DATE

ANDREA

Raul sought my hands as it lay between us in the car. This was the first time that I was entering such a vehicle, and I didn’t know how to sit quietly. I didn’t help that I felt such an immense heat just by being close to Raul. I took a sideway look at him, and he had his eyes out of the widow and a small smile on his face.

I looked away from him quickly, taking in the plush leather seats as I coyly slid my hand from under his. I placed my hand on my gown on my thigh, focusing on the world out there. It was then that I realised that there were a couple of youths running after each other. While howls were being heard.

"What's going on?" I asked, slightly confused.

Raul snapped his fingers, and the driver picked up speed. "It's nothing that you have to worry about. We are on a breakfast date, and not a pack date, Andrea," He said calmly.

"But..."

His hands squeezes mine. "Let it go and think about all the delicious food you would be consuming. A girl like you must definitely have