"I don't want black walls," she replied playfully, sitting on the floor. "What about blue? Grey? Green?" * * * "That's the worst response."
"Something that lights up the room," he said, then shot her a teasing look. "I'm surprised you don't want black." *** "But was it unexpected?"
"Exactly," he said. "Well, actually, any paint makes the room smaller, but very, very fractionally." *** "Then that's what I would do."
She punched him playfully. "I'm not going to tell you these things if you're going to throw them right back at me." * * * He glanced down at their hands. "Come on, let's go wash up."
He laughed, leaning away. "You just called me a nerd." *** "Yep!" she said brightly. "Anemone hands."
"And you revealed my darkest secret to the new apartment!" * * * He chuckled, leading her to the sinks. "Is that your new nickname?"
She laughed, leaning back against the wall. "As long as the walls are this color, it will not be home." * * * "Anemone for short?"
"I think I could get used to it," he decided, looking around. "It's unique." *** "Sounds amazing," she said. "What could I call you?"
