Hugo bounced down the street like a man who had just discovered the meaning of life—and it was written in Lisa's handwriting.
His grin was so big it looked like his face might split in two, and his eyes sparkled as if they'd been polished with diamond dust.
If someone had stopped to ask him why he was so happy, he probably would've twirled them around and sung an off-key love ballad right then and there.
He wasn't just walking; he was practically floating, with a little hop in his step that made it seem like the pavement was spring-loaded just for him.
To an outsider, Hugo's expressions were something else.
His smile was so goofy it could've belonged to a cartoon character who'd just fallen head over heels in love for the first time.
His cheeks were flushed red, and his eyes had that dreamy, far-off look that said, "I'm here physically, but mentally, I'm still reliving the best night of my life."
