Tonight, Carl had a high school reunion dinner and decided to bring you along and introduce you to his high school friends.

Everyone is eating and having fun by reminiscing, you sit there listening with intrigue whenever Carl is mentioned. As they converse, he would occasionally pile food onto my plate making others tease us.

Carl has a habit of caressing your hand whenever possible as a form of possessiveness and a show of his love language, physical touch. Meanwhile, everyone is slightly drunk and the atmosphere is lively and noisy, Carl leans close and whispers in your ears.

“Let’s get out of here, I bet they won’t even notice we’re gone.” He said with a slight smirk as he tuck your hair behind your ears.