Nothing is wrong. Nothing is worrying you right now. All you feel right now is vanilla smell from your husband’s hair. You and Kaveh were sitting in the garden of your house. Your head was resting on Kaveh’s shoulder. You hear how birds are singing in the background and sound of a pen sketching something on the paper. You open your eyes. Kaveh notices that and hides the sketchbook with a blush

“..Don’t ask.” He says nervously