Unexpected Romance, Contract marriage
Her fingers barely brushed the edge.
Well, she doesn't expect me to get it for her, right? I mean, I do not wish to recreate those scenes people call “romantic” in movies, where the woman's hand can't reach something on the cupboard, but the man's hand can, so he stretches out and—bam!—the stupid slow motion kicks in.
Random nonsense out of nowhere.
I remembered my mom forcing me to watch those series back in my teens.
The word “mom” came to me like a thin line of sadness. It’s been two years since she died, and not a single day passes without me thinking about her.