The stickiness, Miguel! Think of the stickiness! And there were some major bee issues on the island at the moment...

Rosa shrugged, eyes on her spoon digging into her ice cream for a moment. "Not much," she said. "I went by earlier this week to make plans."

And, feeling like if she didn't say it now, she wouldn't say it at all, so she'd better say it now, right?

She looked up from the ice cream, looked at him, lifted her chin.

"You should move in with me."