“Yes,” she answered Jon’s question finally after so many months.
He had brought it up four times, in the past nine months and she had brushed it off every time. But now they were alone and conversation had run out a few minutes back. Nebula had enjoyed him singing one of her favourite songs by Justin Bieber, a few minutes back and lay contented on his shoulder from her seat on the passenger side of his Mercedes-Benz, enjoying the silence. Just being in his company was enough for her.
His question was not a surprise at that moment for the song was what brought it on. She had her fingers crossed hoping he won’t bring it up and when he was silent after she had been relieved. She saw his hands clenched on the steering wheel and raised her head off his shoulder, straightening on her seat, cl
