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"I can be," he says.
I laugh. "I didn't mean that."
"Are you sure?"
"I am."
"I still want to talk to you," he says.
"I don't have anything to say."
"You can listen to me discuss color theory."
"Yellow, red, blue?"
"That's only the start."
I can't really make him out in the dark. Only the highlights from the moon.
"There are secondary colors, tertiary colors, complimentary colors."
"Complimentary colors? Are there critical colors?"
He laughs. "Yeah. Pink."
"No."
"It's true. People who love pink love to criticize."
"That sounds likely." I nod to my dark pink phone case. We have the same phone, except his case is red. "And what about men who love red?"
"Freaks."
"Really? That's a kind of color?"
"Horny colors, yeah," he says.
"Red is pretty horny."
"Basic color theory."
"They didn't teach that one in my art history class," I say.
"Imogen, you need to know something," he says.
"Yeah?"
"Talking about art is my love language," he says.
"Love languages aren't scientifically tested."
He laughs. "Perfect response."
"It's true. And where did you hear about love languages?"
"Everyone knows about love languages."
Do they? The theory makes a certain amount of sense. People show love in certain ways and they want to receive love in the same ways. They enjoy spending quality time with their partners, performing acts of service for their partners, offering their partners words of affirmation, or giving gifts.
