"What's my best fruit Jake?"
He looked at me questioningly with one hand on the steering wheel, "Um... it's orange."
"And flavour?"
He chuckled lightly, fixing his gaze ahead before taking a swift glance at me, "Are you trying to confuse me?That's also orange."
I nodded slowly with a smile. There was no way it was Jake who gave me the juice box unless he wanted to keep it a secret–which he rarely does–and doesn't want me to suspect him.
Yeah my best fruit was orange but not just orange, when it came to flavours, the perfect blend of orange and pineapple was my overall best.
"Whew, She's not all grumpy and 'leave-me-alone-Jake' now." He faked a girly voice.
"Hey, I wasn't grumpy." I whined, turning away from the window to face him.
He just gave me a blank stare with his brown eyes.
"Okay I was a little grumpy but the point is I'm good now."
"Well, aren't I glad to hear that," He had a lopsided grin on his face as he waggled his thick left eyebrows.
