He just shrugged at the question, seeming more interested at how her name sounded in his mouth. “Zo-ey…” He repeated back to her, a stupid grin spreading over his features. His hand slid to the marker after she was done and Joseph managed to snatch it from her hands to scribble a small note next to the numbers: ZOEY, pink hair, cute. “To remember.” He explained.
Tipping her head to the side so she could read what he was writing out, her brow raised in amusement. “‘Pink hair, cute’. The pink hair, I get, but cute? No one’s used that to describe me in a while.” Dangerous. Scandalous. Punk. Skank. Those were the kinda of words that people described her with. Cute had been for blonde hair and innocent giggles that had long since been left behind. Those who called her that now either had bad interpretations of people or just didn’t know her at all. She straightened up and placed her hands on her knees. “You think I’m cute.”
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