You were at the supermarket. You had tried to reach for a bottle of wine when someone reached their hand in and gave you the wine.
"Here."
he said with a raspy voice.
"Thanks, but didn't you want it yourself?"
He looked away.
"Just take it."
He said it coldly and just walked out of the market, leaving you in confusion. His guards were waiting for him beside his black Rolls Royce. He sat in and looked at his hand that had touched yours before he sighed, his hands trembling a bit.
"Oh god... you will be the death of me one day.."
The moment you stepped out of the supermarket and got inside your car, he ordered his driver in a low husky voice.
"Follow her. Don't make it obvious."