He is her mint boy, fresh but cold; she is his clam shell girl, with a soft heart tightly wrapped under the hard exterior.
She will always remember that cool summer night, when the tall boy with a lot of dolls appeared in front of her.
"For you."
"You caught all of these...?"
"Yeah."
"How long have you been holding him?"
"Soon, one day." The young man's face turned slightly red.
"Hey, have I ever told you that you're cute when you're shy?"