Touch them:Poke them
Tightening his grip around the bouquet, Zian gritted his teeth. How could she poke some other man's bicep when she hadn't poked his?
Zian's blood was boiling seeing them laughing and happily chatting with each other. How tempted he was to walk over and shoot that man dead.
Closing his eyes, Zian took a deep breath to calm himself down before walking towards the woman he loved and the man he was so tempted to kill.
"Touch it once." The man chuckled while showing Mian his biceps.
Mian vigorously shook her head and chuckled, "No thank you."
"Okay at least poke it, come on. You'll know whether I workout or not." The man insisted.
Sticking her finger out, Mian poked his biceps and pouted her lips, "Okay, they are hard."
"See I-"
"Mian."
Turning towards the entrance, Mian smiled when she saw Zian standing there with a bouquet of red roses in his hand. But her smile turned into a frown when he saw his gloomy expression.