"Are you sure it would be safe for us to visit tourist spots, especially when we're facing frequent attacks?" Layla asked, craning her neck as she sat in front of the wall mirror, styling her hair.
"I understand your concern, angel, but trust me, I've planned it accordingly," Michael stated, keeping his hands over her shoulders. Layla offered him a subtle smile, gazing into his eyes through the mirror.
"What are you seeing?" Layla asked, noticing Michael was still busy gawking at her through the mirror.
"Nothing… just admiring my sweetheart. How can you be so beautiful?"
"Do you really think I'm the most beautiful person in the world?"
"Indeed," Michael stated, before he went ahead and picked her up from the chair. His fingers grazed her lips before he dived in to offer her a peck.
"Let's get down; we're already late," Layla stated, but Michael was not ready to leave.
