Bunnies
"Taking too much stress at work makes you grow old faster," Rachael remarked. "That is what I keep telling my husband."
"Oh yes, you are married now," Ryan smiled as his eyes landed on her wedding ring.
"Yes I am—" She extended her left hand forward. "His name is Andrew—"
"Collins," he completed her sentence. "I must tell you, your husband is a famous man."
Rachael placed her hand on her chest and pretended to gasp. "Oh my God, did I marry a superstar or something?"
Ryan threw his head back and chuckled, "You are still a drama queen, aren't you?"
"Well—" She shrugged her shoulders. "I guess some things never change."
"It's good that it doesn't," he smiled. "I am so happy to see you like this Rach. You should always keep smiling."
"You should too," she added. "And I think it's time for you to start looking for a woman, don't you think? I mean, you are not getting any younger as I can clearly see your white hair."