"I'm sorry." Paula pursed her lips, eyes on the man beside her. "I'll do better next time and make plans."
Primo smiled. "Why are you sorry, dear?" he slipped his hand to her hand, taking it to his lap.
"I only thought we should take your best friend since we're the only ones you got," he added in a heartfelt tone. "But no pressure. I mean, it's still a date. As long as we're together, the rest doesn't matter, right?"
Paula's eyes softened, smiling lovingly at him. Meanwhile, Primo's eyes fell on her hands.
"Although you have to do something with your hands, dear." He fluttered his eyelashes back to her. "People might think I'm abusing you."
"Who would think like that? Also, I can't stop them." She frowned, gazing down at her trembling and sweating hands. "They won't stop, Primo. Should I get checked?"
"Have you been drinking the tea I sent you?"