Mine

As I pull out of the lot, I turn to Alexis. "Your place or mine?"

Alexis is fidgeting with her hem, a little nervous, different from the confident woman who strutted into the coffee shop in club clothes at 7AM. "How about yours?"

"As you wish..." I say with a smile. I turn towards my house. It's a short drive. Soon I'm pulling into the driveway and into the garage.

We step into the house and Alexis quickly notices the pictures around the house either of my wife or with my wife. She pauses at the wedding photo framed on the wall, then turns and checks my hand. "So, you're married?" She asks in a non-committal way. I'm not sure from her tone if it's a problem, and have to decide quickly how to answer.