Portia's P.O.V
After eating, we showered and headed to the downtown area to buy some groceries. This town is small, and it feels like everybody knows each other. We stopped at a little bakeshop.
"Hey! Levi, how are you, my kid?" an old man called out as soon as we stepped out of the car.
Levi looked up and smiled, walking toward him. I followed.
"I'm doing good. How about you?" Levi asked, his tone calm, but with a quiet concern only I could notice.
"Oh, don't mind this old man. I'm kicking as well as ever!" the old man laughed and ruffled Levi's hair.
Then he looked at me with a grin. "You brought a little lady with you. Is she finally your wife?"
Levi glanced at me. His smile shifted into a smirk as his eyes searched for mine.
"You think she'll fit, Grandpa?" he asked.
The old man chuckled. "The lady is pretty, my kid. I can sense her heart too. Don't mess with her."
"Well then," Levi replied, "she'll be meeting the altar—if she wins."
