" I'm smart," I shrugged. I couldn't risk telling him the truth and having him leave me, so I lied. I was a liar.
" You must be. And you're in school again?" he mused.
" Yeah. International relations are important for my company," I added, and he nodded.
" So, what's your favorite color," he asked, I thought. I only ever liked black, but now, I like dark gray, just like his eyes. He looked away with a slight smile. I was sure he was smiling.
" Black and dark gray like your eyes," I said, and he smiled at me.
" And you?"
" I don't have a favorite color. However, I love the amber color of your eyes," he said. I blushed, my heart thumping when he squeezed my hand.
" Hobbies?" he asked.
" I race motorcycles. I have several collections of bikes." I told him. His jaw dropped. I'd always
