Azian (Prince of Dragons)
she finished as if playing the guessing game flawlessly.
I raised one eyebrow wondering how she was on point, “How did you know?"
She grinned, “because that's exactly how I feel when I'm around Caleb,"
"Caleb?" I echoed, eyes drawing together. Had she mentioned him before? Not that I recall.
"My boss, and it's called a crush,"
I furrowed my eyebrows, “Really?" I echoed.
Yes, dear, you're eighteen and don't know what a crush feels like? Mmm,”
“Nah I meant his name is Caleb? I was imagining some sort of Angelo, you know some papi honey looking guy, and I know your type, Auntie.” I chuckled.