I wake up in a panic, I grab my yellow cardigan and run out with my shiny bag. I run to mall, gosh I'm hopeless for this person.
I see them, at Pinkberry. Gosh, they're beautiful. I head up to the counter and order 2 froyos, one for me, and one for them. I walk over to them and sit across from them, handing them their froyo.
“Thanks.” They say quietly and pick up the tiny, thin spoon and take a bite.
“No problem.” I smiled and we both blush.
“I love you, Brookie.” They say.
“I love you more.”
