She pulled back and looked up at him, her expression stern. "I'm serious. I would never break up with you unless it was over something really, really bad."
"Not like that.. Like, if we did something to hate each other, even though I could never hate you.. I don't know. I wouldn't want to break up with you."
"So I don't know you?" she asked, adopting a joking expression. "And how I know your favorite color is definitely turquoise?"
She placed her index finger in front of him to silence him. "Shh. I know it's your favorite color, just aside from chartreuse."