“Cookie, please!” said Skye, smiling. Skye always smiled unless crossed, uncomforted, or concerned.
“That'll be 1 cent!” said Iza, handing her a cookie.
“1 cent!? You're KILLING me!”
Skye and Iza both laughed at their little joke.
“Extra activities! What are you choosing?“ asked Iza, brushing hair away from her forehead.
“Swimming!” they both said together.
“Who are you planning to seduce this year?” Iza asked, trying hard not to laugh.
“Jet Rose,” Skye whispered, with a serious smile. Her blue eyes glimmered with exitement.
“Good choice,” mumbled Iza, “as always.”