“What color is mine?” “Yellow, of course.” “Of course?” “Smart, analytic types usually have yellow. You’ve got a little purple here and there, though.” Even in the dimness, I could see a mischievous spark in his eyes. “That’s what makes you interesting.” “What’s purple mean?” Adrian put his hand on the door. “Gotta go, Sage. Don’t want to keep Dorothy waiting.” “Come on. Tell me what purple is.” I was so curious, I nearly grabbed his arm. He turned the knob. “I will if you want to join us.” “Adrian—” Laughing, he disappeared inside the room and shut the door.
