When we walk in, Magnolia’s eyes find mine first and they fall down my body, eyeing the shirt that I wore for her and her eyes go bright and just for a second they spark up like a firefly. I know her eyes better than anything in the world probably; she’d deny it, but she knew what I was going to do, she wanted me to have done it… and then Jordan walks in a few steps behind me and the best eyes in the world go dim.
