Chapter 2
Garfield lay on his couch, replaying the memory of Raven whispering into the man's ear, laughing at him.
He scrutinized the photo taken on his cellphone.
This ... was wrong. He shouldn't have snapped the piccy. It was practically spying.
Raven.
Oh, Raven.
A brief smile danced on his lips as he remembered how she used to be, way before they met.
Jumpy. Paranoid. Quiet.
Flash.
"Oh!" The dark-haired girl let out a shocked cry as all the contents of her handbag clattered to the ground.
Garfield frowned, and walked towards her.
"Excuse me, do you need a hand?"
She looked up.
Violet eyes met olive-green.
She looked back down.
"I ... I'll manage."
"But I insist."
She threw her hands into the air.
"I ... I ... oh, whatever!"
Garfield's brow furrowed. What was up with her? He was only trying to help.
Yet ...
He couldn't ignore how beautiful she was. Her violet eyes sparkled as he presented her her handbag.
"I'm Garfield."
"...I'm Raven."
They smiled; a moment was shared.
Flash.
Bang. The door slammed open.
"I'm ho-ome!"
Raven waltzed into the living-room. "I had such a fabulous day!"
She gave Garfield a soft kiss. "I'm so glad you slipped that ring onto my finger."
Garfield couldn't believe it. What was she trying to do, toy with his feelings?
He pulled away. Raven looked astounded.
"Er. Yeah. Me, too. I'm happy too, I mean."
Raven frowned. "What's wrong?"
Garfield couldn't even begin to say why. "Nothing. You look great today."
Raven beamed, bringing out the purple in her eyes.
Ask her. Just ask her. Show her the photo. Ask for a reasonable explanation. That's all. Raven would have a perfectly plausible explanation.
...Right?
But Garfield knew he was afraid. Afraid of what she could say. Afraid of what could happen.
What if she really was having an affair?
Garfield bit his lip.
It's now or never.