“You think I was better then?” Arko asked with mock threat.
“Yes, you were much wittier then! Which kid would come up with something like superman at the age of eight?”
Arko chuckled, “I can think of all the kids coming up with such examples. Especially today’s kids. My nephew is so smart that sometimes I wonder how he knows so much.”
“Your sister has a kid?”
“Yes, she has a six-year-old son,” Arko answered, his expression going soft at the mention of his nephew.
His jaw had a day’s growth of stubble and his dark strands were mildly tousled, giving him an air of messy hotness. She recalled that her group of friends had called him a hot mess in school.
“What are you thinking?” he asked, closing his laptop and placing it on the centre table.
Smiling, Miloni answered, “Hot mess!”
Ark
