“The day we met, you said, ‘I’m your number one fan.’” “Did I?” The Cobra made a comically embarrassed face. “Cringe!” It was so rare to see the Cobra flustered, Marius ducked his head to hide a smile. “It was the first incomprehensible thing you ever said to me. ‘One’ is a number and a fan is an object. You might as well say ‘I’m a number five wooden duck.’ What did you mean?” “It means I want you to win.” How nice, but, “To win what?” “The love triangle!”
