“You smell like mangos,” I pulled away, giving him a sardonic look, trying to brighten the mood. Theo looked excited as he stepped away from me. “I got the weirdest craving for mangos last night, anyways–” He opened the fridge, and there were easily 20 containers full of sliced mangos. Breaking out in a fit of giggles, I shook my head at his impulsivity. Why did he do that? He filled Quin’s fridge (which he was very particular and strict about) with mangos.
