THIRTY-TWO
The soft light of the scented candles covered the living room, Kim prepared a nice roasted salmon and spinach, two wine glasses, stood on the kitchen counter.
The elevator door opened and Miran stepped in.
"Hey?" she walked towards, him kissing him.
"Oh, this is beautiful" he smiled, against her lips.
"I prepared dinner," she says, holding his hands, moving backwards. Miran smiled following her.
"I should get used to this" he looked around, smiling.
"So, who isn't going to Africa?" he asked, sipping his wine.
"Me? unfortunately Mr William wouldn't be attending, so I won't" she chuckled.
"Thank God"
"Hmm, you don't look surprised" she came forward,
"I'm not, I'm happy you don't get to go"
"You sure are" she shook her head, minutes later after dinner, Miran took the dishes, washing them while she cleaned up.
"What's this?" she picked up a small box, it looked like a present.
"Oh," he stammered, finding words.