Ditto glanced at Belinda for the umpteenth time since the drive to her home had started. He did not know why he just could not resist the urge to look at her every now and then.

"Why do you keep staring at me?" Belinda questioned with a small frown on her face.

"I am not staring. Was only glancing." Ditto replied and returned his attention to driving.

"Like there's a huge difference." Belinda rolled her eyes.

"Just asking though. What did you decide upon?" Ditto ...