" Everybody has a favorite color. What color makes you feel good when you see it? What color makes things better?”

He put his hands around her face and regarded her steadily, deeply. His thumbs traced the tops of her cheekbones. “Blue. Blue is my favorite color.”

“Like sky blue, or navy blue, or—”

“Like your eyes.”

Show wasn’t a sweet talker or a romantic. He was just…true. Real. Direct. And it made the times he said amazingly sweet, romantic things like that a billion times more amazing, because he simply meant what he said. "

― Susan Fanetti , Into the Storm (Signal Bend, #3)