Ava flinched, then she shuffled back a bit into her bed, a little embarrassed. "M–Mr. Berger–"
"Eitan." He corrected her.
"S–sorry… Eitan." Ava squeezed her eyes shut. She felt silly, and for some reason she was never able to talk straight whenever she was with him. "You… what… are you doing here…?"
Eitan raised a brow at her, then he went and pulled a seat over to settle beside her bed. "Is it strange that I've come to see my future Wife at the hospital?"
Ava stared at him in shock. "But I'm not going to be your actual Wife."
Eitan leaned back in his chair. "A marriage certificate would prove otherwise."
Ava jolted at his words, nearly knocking over her meal. "Am… am I going to sign a real marriage certificate?!"
Eitan studied her with genuine confusion in his gaze. "What did you think it was going to be? Fake?"
Ava pursed her lips. "I thought… you were going to maneuver your way around it somehow…"
