"Fine," she answered at last. "You go first."
Aaron reached into the pocket of his jeans and smiled sweetly at Ivory. "I think we need a smartphone to type it," he said before pulling out his phone.
"No," Ivory resisted. She looked awkwardly at her partner and answered in a whisper. "I think something conventional would be more authentic."
"Conventional?"
"I mean, if you write it down on your phone, it can get erased and lost. But if we write it down on paper, for example, I think it will last longer," said Ivory, looking at the table for a blank piece of paper. Somehow her brain could think clearly at a time like this.
Aaron laughed softly and leaned forward until a light kiss landed on Ivory's cheek.
"You're creative, Ivy."
'What are you doing, Aar?'
