“You’re wearing a bow tie.” Okay, I’m not sure if that was a compliment or more of an observation, but the grin on his face seems to suggest that he’s taken it as a form of praise. He moves closer to me. “I am.” “It has polka dots on it,” I say, tossing out more of my keen observations. His smile fades a little. “Don’t you like polka dots?” “Who doesn’t like polka dots?” I say in a reassuring tone. “And you’re wearing a dress,” he says, a full grin back on display. “I am.” “It has straps.” I bite back a smile. “Don’t you like straps?” “Straps are good.”
This is cute
