Literature
Proposals for a Pigeon
"You're going to what?"
"I'm going to marry her," I calmly reply, peering at my friend over the rim of my mug. Caramel blinks at me, firmly setting his mug down and rubbing his forehead with his forefingers.
"That's what I thought you said," he sighs. I stare at him a moment before I tear my gaze away and softly rest my drink on the counter. My blue eyes study my reflection in the murky brown before they swivel to the side opposite of Caramel. Noteworthy has the same expression as our mutual companion.
Now, I sigh. "… you're thinking the same thing."
"Um… yeah. I am."
My ears blaze with growing annoyance and I fold my arms against the co