His mother loved you, and he loves you. He has a weak heart. The merger had gone great, and so did the Halloween party. The only thing that worried you both was his heart. Playing poker was always a habit between you; he loved your poker face.

“We should run away to China,” you bluntly stated with the most serious face.

He chuckled, amused at your ability to act nonchalantly even when saying something he knew you wanted. “You say the most ridiculous things with the straightest face,” he murmured with a small smile.