“Yes, favorite. Your hair would be my favorite–” A pause in her words, getting distracted by the sprinkles in her bowl. She’d soon eat the ice cream upon the spoon she used for her imagery. With a ‘mmm” leaving her lips from the wonderful taste, her focus would go back on the other. “You’d be my favorite too! Gianna and Vince would never make their hair a crazy color.”
him? h-her favorite? no, she had to be teasing him. almost instantly tobias could feel the heat raise to his cheeks, whatever words trying to form being lost from his mind as he could only stare back in disbelief. “w-well yeah! v-vince is too strict for that thing and gianna’s just boring! c-course i’d do it!”














