She rolls her eyes. ‘An adorable idiot.’
‘So, what are you going to make me for dinner?’ I question, paddling up to the side of the pool and resting my forearms on the tiles.
‘Tacos,’ she replies.
‘Tacos sound good.’
‘They are your favourite, after all.’
‘Aw, you remembered.’
‘I remember everything,’ she whispers, smiling.
‘Everything?’
‘Everything.’
‘When’s my birthday?’
She scoffs. ‘Give me a hard one.’
‘Okay. Middle name?’
‘I said a hard one!’
As she treads water, I get distracted by her long legs before mentally shaking myself, focusing on the conversation. ‘Hmm. What’s my favourite colour?’
‘Black, and you don’t care that it’s’ – she brings up her fingers for air quotes – ‘a shade, not a colour.’
‘Favourite snack?’
‘Barbecue Shapes sandwich with chocolate in the middle,’ she replies without missing a beat. ‘Which isdisgusting, by the way.’
‘Don’t knock it till you try it.’
‘You’ve made me try it. Countless times. Those two snacks are perfect on their own. They’re simply not two things you mix together.’
‘I beg to differ,’ I argue, splashing her, only for her to send a more forceful wave back at me, causing water to slosh over the side.
‘Your second favourite snack is two pieces of bread with salt-and-vinegar chips in the middle.’
I make a kiss sound, pinching my fingers together. ‘It’s delightful. I stand by that.’
‘Strange,’ she mutters. ‘Very strange.’
‘At least I don’t dip my McDonald’s fries into my chocolate shake,’ I shudder, shooting her a repulsed look. ‘That’s just not on.’
‘Excuse me?’ she exclaims, outraged, her brows pinching together as she mock-glares at me, her arms moving slowly through the water as she kicks herself around in slow circles. ‘It’s the perfect blend of salty sweetness.’
‘False. It makes the chips soggy.’
‘Your idea of good taste is seriously warped.’
‘Coming from the girl who stares at the menu for five minutes, tells the waiter she needs more time, only to order a chicken schnitzel every single time.’
‘You can’t beat it!’ she retorts, splashing her arms to further prove her point, making her look extremely cute. In this light, her freckles are prominent, begging me to run my lips over them.
‘There are literally so many different things you could get that are so much better.’
