I was actually serious--my legs felt so weak that I couldn't move. It was so weird. All I could do was look at him in embarrassment, and you know what?
You know what; yeah, he actually lifted me in his arms, carrying me. "How nostalgic," he said. "Too bad it's not a rooftop."
Oh, gosh!
"Too bad it's not snowing," Zarga grinned, her head peeking out behind Natha's back.
"This is you, isn't it?" my eyes narrowed at her. "You're the one who prepared this?"
I recalled vaguely that Natha and Zarfa were talking among themselves at one point when I was preoccupied with something else. And who else could help Natha turn into 'him' from the time I was secretly crushing on him but Zarfa?
"Why? Don't you like my masterpiece?" she grinned and pushed her nose bridge as if fixing her nonexistent glasses.
Like it? Like it?!
