Paranoid

Austin & I are going dinner later. Austin was putting on his shoes. I check the clock, 5:30. I thought I knew what time we were leaving, but . . .
Me: What time are we leaving?
Austin: 6:00.
Me: So you’re just putting on your shoes to make me paranoid?
Austin came over, sat next to me, slithered his arm around me.
Austin: Everything I do is to make you paranoid.