"Ey, Princess. Wanna mix our pride flags and see what colors we get~?"
𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 '𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴. however, eyes, o' gleaming teal stained glass windows to her soul, gave her away with ease. laughter escapes her as her eyes finally meet with his own. a knowing look, a warm beaming smile that fits perfectly upon her cheeks. a click of her tongue before she offers her playfully sarcastic reply.
❛ Mr. O’Donnell, if I didn’t know any better I’d think you were flirting with me ! ❜










