“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.” It was the first time I had ever really wanted to do anything special for a girl on that particular holiday, and I had gone all-out.
Vikka regarded me with pupil-less azure eyes. “What is the meaning of this?”
“Well, these are roses, and these are chocolates. They’re symbols of my love for you.” I held out the chocolates. “See? You eat them.”
“I eat symbols of your love for me?”
“Yeah.” I smiled. She didn’t know to open the box, she just took a bite: Mizlians have powerful jaws. Later, she also ate the flowers.