Ruth and Gideon were in the drawing-room.
“I hope 2022 will be another good year for us,” he said.
It won’t be for me if I can’t win Dushan back.
“No, thanks. I’m going to bed. Goodnight.”
Disappointed, he kissed her. “Goodnight, Ruth.”
This was written for the Weekend Writing Prompt by Sammi Cox. For instructions, click Here.