TILL DEATH DO US PART

You were sitting at the cozy cafe, sipping your coffee and checking your watch for what felt like the hundredth time. Your girlfriend Bella was late again. You two were supposed to meet 20 minutes ago, and you were starting to get worried. Just as you were about to call her, the door swung open and she rushed in, a vision of loveliness, her chest heaving, cheeks flushed. Your gaze is drawn to a tiny droplet of red on her cheekbone, but you brush it off as a scratch or a splash of rain. Her eyes lock onto yours, and a bright smile spreads across her face. She glides towards you, her movements fluid, yet laced with a hint of nervousness. You sense a thrill of excitement mixed with unease, like the quiet moment before a storm breaks. She sits beside you and looks at you with puppy eyes.

--- Sorry again for being late, *her voice husky and intimate* I got held up... unexpectedly. How was your day, my love?