"Daphne!" He called out, but no reply came.
"Daphne"
"What happened? Is there anything wrong" came a reply in somewhere between worried and scared. Maybe he had screamed louder than he intended. Anyway it was still an emergency.
"My dear Daphne, what all do you think can possibly go wrong inside a washroom?"
She was dumb, it was official now.
"All I need is a towel, that must be lying on bed" he added " or maybe chair".
She looked back at bed, it was neither there nor on chair.
"Or maybe It's still in cupboard and I imagined taking it out"
"Or maybe you left it outside in balcony while you were talking on phone?" Came a voice from the room.
"Oh yes, I forgot about that possibility" he stretched his hand out but in vain."Now wifey, will you please hand it over to me?" Still empty handed he felt stupid. Aaron Nicholas didn't like feeling anything so lowly. "I am saying it for the last time, please give it to me" Since when Daphne became a rebel? Or is she pulling my leg? Whatever, one doesn't wants to pulled by leg standing half naked in a washroom. "Actually I wouldn't mind coming out just the way I did before marriage but that might not be feasible for you"
Instantly his hand was loaded with awaited piece of garment. Correction garments.
"I.. I.. I was searching for your shirt" came a stuttering reply.
Only she knew what his bachelor habits of coming out of bathroom in just vest and towel does to her senses. Every morning she has to escape his dressing time by either staying in balcony or pretending to read a magazine that didn't make it through her head while his masculine aroma filled the room.
"So where would you like to have lunch today?" he popped up emerging out of washroom, still buttoning down his shirt and towel hanging just on the verge of falling on floor. She tried concentrating on folding his cloths that were dishevelled while searching for a shirt moments ago. "Somewhere near Pantheon or Eiffel or Ronchamp?" He asked while combing his hair still in towel.
"Anywhere, but it has to be vegetarian."
"I know that much about you already in these 3-4 days wifey." She risked looking his way and regretted to catch him struggling to get in his jeans. Well, he still had the nerve to look up and wink at her. Why? Why does he has to make it more and more difficult for her all the time.
"Then don't you know I haven't been to Paris or for the facts any place that we have to visit in coming days? Why bother asking about things when you already know that I would have no idea" She fumed. Yes she was angry. More on herself for being affected by his ways of conduct than on him. It wasn't morally wrong for him to call her wifey or throw teasers around her now that she was legally his wife but all of a sudden his scandalous ways were making no sense to her. She liked the small conversations they had in past 3-4 days ever since being married. The former ice was breaking and she was more than satisfied with the pace. You can't jump into wife and man's role without being able to talk and understand the other one and there was no reason to deny the efforts he was making towards making it work. London marked the starting of their friendship and now Paris would do some more, she hoped.
"Okay so you'll follow wherever I lead you?"
If he was trying to flirt, he was doing it wrong and if he was trying to irritate her, he was so on track of getting shot in head. "Yes" She decided she was going to let him know about her 'silent treatment' gelled with angry wife mode. It's never too early to start claiming your wife's right when the person in question is too eager to let you have them.
