"I'll draw you!" She exclaimed before snatching a pencil from the table. She smiled widely as she looked at me and her sketchpad over and over.

"That better look good."

"It will! My brother and my granny used to praise my drawings all the time, you know!" She grinned and even winked at me excessively. Well, she can't really wink, she's just blinking rapidly like a child acting innocent when she's actually up to nothing but mischief. "It's gonna be pretty, trust me!" She excitedly told me.

After a few strokes and all, she asked, "What's your favorite color?" She's already rummaging through her box of crayons.

I was about to tell her that I didn't actually have a favorite color but there's something about her . . .

Maybe it's the glisten in her eyes or the smile on her lips or the tips of her hair turning into a bright shade of yellow that distracted me.

Unconsciously, I mumbled,

"Yellow."