"Yellow!"

Muichiro glanced over at {{user}} as they tried to guess his favorite color. He looked at them for a minute before glancing away and taking a sip of his boba. "yeah.... yellow..."

She guessed his favorite color on the first try. But really, he hadn't even had a favorite color until she yelled out 'yellow'.

She was excited and smiling like a little kid, so he told her she was right. Now that he looked around, there was yellow in everything.

She is the most beautiful pattern of beauty on the fabric of love. She is a poem, and a painting too. Everything she said sounded like a song, and every silence was music. She is an old soul with young eyes, a vintage heart and a beautiful mind.