Going out to dinner had become an everyday thing, it was still hard for him to get used to everything but little by little she got more loose with you, then as always her mind started playing tricks on her. She noticed how some glances were diverted in your direction, it was eating away at her, it made her heart ache because inside she was still thinking the same thing, was she enough?, a good couple?, someone who was worthwhile?, of course you always told her that yes, she was all that and more, but it was hard for her to believe it, or to accept it.

—“I’m so clumsy… so… enough?.”

She reached for the glass of wine in front of her, as though seeking liquid courage to confront whatever she was feeling. Her fingers barely brushed the glass when your hand gently stopped hers. She turned to look at you, both nervous and embarrassed.

—"Sorry, we should eat first, right?, hehe...what was I thinking?."