EVE'S POV
As I ended the call, I slipped my phone back into my purse. Treasure was already chatting away, his mood lifted.
We stayed on that bench, talking about everything and nothing—his favorite food, cartoons he liked, his older brother who he both admired and pitied. Infact he revealed a lot about himself to me.
He appears to be cool, but he is a chatterbox. I assumed he didn't have many people to talk to in this way, or that he's just naturally chatty.
“My brother,” he said, licking the last drop of melted cream from his spoon, “has a serious thing for light-skinned girls. He thinks they’re angels or something. Whereas I do not. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind light-skinned girls, but the ones he's been dating are..ugh! They're either obsessed with makeup or they’re usually jus
