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"Tense?" Monica asked while her fingers remained tightly entangled with Khan's.

"I should be the one to ask that question," Khan pointed out.

"I am," Monica didn't even try to pretend, "But I also feel-."

"Happy?" Khan interrupted, and the two exchanged an excited smile.

"I've dreamed about this for months," Monica revealed, sliding on the cab's seat to snuggle closer to Khan.

"I know," Khan stated. "Don't lose your cool."

"I should be the one to say that," Monica giggled.

"I wouldn't worry about that," Khan responded. "I can't be jealous when you can be at my side."

"The same goes for me," Monica voiced, but Khan rolled his eyes.

"What?" Monica scowled.

"Just try not to kill anyone," Khan coughed. "They are allowed to invite me to dinner, even if they are women."

"It's only proper to ask the girlfriend first," Monica declared.

"You will definitely kill someone," Khan sighed.