We reached home, then go to bedroom, not sleepy yet, but want something to warm up. We are not romantic couple, however, our phrases always feel sweet, in our honesty. We have dinner early, at dusk, and want to back home early to talk our romantic phrases.
“You sweet, Cali”
“Call my real name!”
“Why?”
“I want it to be real, like us”
He smiled. I told you, we are not romantic couple.