The corners of my red painted lips couldn’t help but to rise at the image of Zadriel repeatedly playing in my head. Biting the end of my sign pen, his reaction when I told him that I would asked his cousin if he’s also a german size was beyond priceless. He’s like a child throwing tantrums.

But then, I was only fooling around when I asked him that. Dashiel’s handsome, same with Zadriel. Only that Zadriel looks more playful than his cousin. His cousin is really the serious type. He seldom smile during their mini reunion a while ago. He only talks if he’s asked, he’s on his phone every...