Purple and/or Violet

"Your book!"

"Yes, Carlos."

"You still have it!"

"Of course!"

"Haven't you outgrown it? We've long passed third grade science lessons."

"It has… sentimental value."

"Sentimental value, eh?" A small grin broke out over Carlos' face, so familiar but so changed. Eighteen years having passed would change a person's features, after all. "I wonder why," he continued, "but I must commend you on your good taste. I do like its purple colour."

"Violet, Carlos!" But Dorothy Ann couldn't help smiling.

"That's not what you said last time," Carlos smirked, capturing her lips in a kiss, while the book lay forgotten.

Fin