“So, have I passed your other qualifications?”
We were walking back to the strip after spending some time at the park. The strip was crowded and I kept a hand on her waist as we walked.
“One. Yes.”
I chuckled. “How many qualifications are there?”
“Five, actually. Need to have four out of the five to even be considered.” She laughed as she walked, moving us through the crowd seamlessly.
“What are the five? You said looks, which I passed with flying colors.”
Stopping and moving back toward the wall, she raised an eyebrow. “Flying colors? Aren’t we a little full of ourselves.”
“What? If there’s one thing I’m confident in…”
“Features given to you by your mom and dad that you literally did nothing to control? Geez, have a little more self-worth, why don’t you.”
My mouth fell open. Her
