I love you, Shera

The movie ended soon, and the two were the last to leave. He rode the motorbike with her leaning on his back once again. He was rendered speechless. People said that women were difficult to understand, but the one clinging onto his waist was the most difficult. 

Once they arrived in the underground garage of The Mansion of Black, he waited for her to get off, but she didn't. He frowned. Was she asleep? 

"Shera, we have arrived." He said gently, knowing that she was a light sleeper and she would hear him. 

"Have we? But I was getting comfortable here." She yawned and moved even closer to him, practically pressing herself onto his back as she tightened her arms around his waist with no intention to let go. 

He was speechlessly wondering what to do when his phone rang. He regarded the digits on the screen with a frown. Although it was the nanny calling, he knew that she must have been instructed by Lisa to call him. The little girl was still awake?