“You know, something that your old best friend would know and your boyfriend should too.” “What like my favorite color?” “No.” He shakes his head, looking exasperated. “I already know that.” “You do?” “Yeah, it’s pink. But not like bubblegum pink or salmon pink, it’s a very specific shade. Softer.” He gives me one of those infectious smiles, the ones that make it impossible not to smile back. “Lighter,” he continues, “like a blush.”
