“Mmhm. Maybe a puzzle piece?” “I think that’s fitting, but you have to make it yellow.” I shook my head and smirked. “How about you get yellow, and I get blue?” “Will they connect?” she asked, her eyes hopeful. “Only if you agree to be my girlfriend.” I observed in bone-deep pleasure, her eyes light up, and her lips curve into a beaming smile. “It would be a pleasure, Izekiel Holloway.” She had no idea, but the pleasure was all mine.
