With high hopes, Leena fixed her eyes on Francis's expressions which sent him into disbelief. He must be proud of my poetic skills, Leena muttered under her breath with a sheepish grin. ''Do you like the proposal I have written?''
''Did you write these lines? On your own?'' It was hard for Francis not to be skeptical about Leena. Without any hesitation, Leena bobbed her head. She copied a little from Devin, but that's fine. Devin is her husband, so she has all the rights.
Closing the book shut, Francis looked at Leena, his tone serious. ''This is a very cheesy proposal. I can't do this.'' He is not a teenager.