When they bid Abel goodbye, Aries planned to go to her office to finish what she needed to finish. She expected she would also part ways with Joaquin, but to her dismay, he offered to walk her back.
"Wipe your hand." He handed her a handkerchief, walking beside her.
Aries blinked twice, treading slower as she darted her eyes between the handkerchief to his face. Her lips pressed into a thin slash, accepting the handkerchief with slight puzzlement.
"You're not jealous, are you?" she asked, wiping the hand Abel's lips touched. "You'll put me in a difficult position if you introduced me to a capable man, and get jealous of him."
"Haha! Believe me or not, I am not my wife." He laughed, casting her a knowing look. "I am a man, and any man would have a hard time taking their eyes off of my wife. So I understand."
"But you never asked me to wipe my hands, even when it is tradition. This is the first."
