It had been a few hours of McKenzie and I simply talking to each other. She had been invested in my life story, so I showed her the necklaces around my neck that symbolized my parents’ fractions.
We were currently on my floor in our infamous sitting position where McKenzie sat on my lap with her legs around me; she lazily placed her arms over my shoulders.
I was in the middle of displaying some of my magic that she had asked me to demonstrate for her, so I grew a rose and turned it into glass. I held it out for her, “Here.”
She played with her fingers as she hesitated to take the item from my hand, glancing between me and the flower.
I quickly added, “Don't worry, it's just a friend rose, you don't have to accept it if you don't want it.”
After my statement, she gladly accepted it, “T
