NIRVANA

“Let’s get married today.”

Shock should be forthcoming, despite the fact we talked about getting married soon. Still, the towel almost fell into my grasp. “What? Why?”

“I wanna marry you today,” he said with determination, as if getting married were just a walk in the park and then buying Boba tea.

I barked out, laughing. The shock was wearing off. “It’s not possible. We have to register and get our marriage certificate.”

“Then ...