Her eyes widened and she looked like she was about to cry, a strange expression on her normally serious face. "...what?" * * * "Right?! Something about the texture."
She took a deep breath and a little bit of color returned to her cheeks. "Oh my god, Landon, that was so uncool." * * * "Wow. We really are soulmates."
A faint blush threatened her cheeks and she cleared her throat. "Last time it was 'p'." * * * He laughed brightly, almost giddy. "I sure love you, you know."
"I'm restless, Landon. You should know that by now. I rarely am able to sleep at the right times." * * * "Not just because you don't like celery, either."
She hesitated, tugging on her hair. “Five... something? I can’t remember.” *** “Your sense of humour, for one.”
