And I had become the last person expected to give permission.
I Decided to Stop Asking Questions
When Sean came home that evening, I was waiting for him in the living room.
He looked surprised to see me sitting there with two cups of tea.
“I’ve been thinking,” I said.
He loosened his tie.
“About what?”
“Your proposal.”
His face brightened immediately.
I noticed how quickly his expression changed.
He had expected me to reject the idea. Now he believed I was coming around.
“And?” he asked.
I gave him a small smile.
“Maybe you’re right. Maybe we’ve become too predictable.”
He sat beside me.
“That’s what I’ve been trying to say.”
“So let’s do it.”
For a moment, he didn’t move.
Then his entire face lit up.
“Seriously?”
“One week,” I said. “Seven days. We agree on the rules beforehand, and everyone knows exactly what they’re agreeing to.”
He grabbed my hand.
