137- She Was Wrong

Rafael glanced at the passenger seat where she was seated and was extremely quiet. She was in a good mood earlier when they came to the office.

He was waiting for her in the parking lot when he received her call, "I'm standing outside the building. Can you come and pick me up?"

"On it, princess," when she was getting in the car, her friend was standing there at some distance waiting for her car.

It had hardly taken her thirty minutes to come out of the building.

"Are you worried about something?" He asked her, keeping his eyes ahead on the road. The traffic was slowly increasing due to the office timings.

When she didn't reply, he threw a concerned glance at her. She was still looking outside the window. Rafael didn't fail to notice that her shoulders seemed tensed.

"Marissa!" he called her name, and she still didn't move. He reached over and held her hand lying on her lap and squeezed it.

"Hey!"