"Oh, are you her husband?"

"Yes. She is my wife," Shane pretended to put his arm around Cammila's shoulder.

“I'm sorry darling, it's hard to get a parking space here.”

“O-oh, I'm fine.”

Cammila slowly removed Shane's arm from her shoulders. She ignored Shane's growl of protest and pretended to be busy answering questions from the receptionist to fill in the personal data form.

"Okay, I will call your name when it's your turn. Please sit in the waiting chair."

"Thank You."

Cammila walked ...