Chapter 28

  “What can you say, love? It is cute, right?”

  It is a pair of butterfly brooches—indeed, cute.

  “I love these!”

  “I knew it. Flip it.”

  She holds it in the most light touched she ever did and turned it around. 

  “This one should be mine. And this one is yours,” she said, choosing the one with his name engraved on it.

  “I was actually had trouble thinking what to buy. Then I remembered how much you love butterflies when I saw this street kid wearing a brooch like this.”

  “You should have thanked that savior then.”

  He smiled and put on his tie, the one she chose for him.

  “I did.”

  Thanks—sometimes has neither language nor actions-a specific one. She gets her camera and sat down beside him.

  “Let us take a picture of us wearing these couple brooches,” she said and lean on his shoulder before clicking it ten times.

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