Luka's POV
The question hit me like a slap across the face. I glanced up at Valeria but she was looking away with her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She was not going to help me out of this one.
I turned back to Elliot and took a breath. "I didn't quit because I stopped loving it. I quit because I realized I was missing something more important."
"What?"
"You."
He stared at me for a long moment before finishing off his ice cream cone. "You don't even know me."
"I know," I admitted while my throat was tightening. "But I want to. If you'll let me."
Elliot did not respond right away. Instead he asked another question. "What's your favorite color?"
The shift caught me off guard. "Blue," I said after a moment.
"Mine too," he said matter of factly. "What's your favorite food?"
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