Donovan
I arrived early at the office, eager to spend the day getting to know Serissa and put my plan into action. The day before, Colin and I had spent hours pouring over human mating rituals, which were confusing, to say the least.
“So, he gives her a ring, to signify that they both have to give each other a ring?” I was sure I was missing a vital piece of information. “How many rings does she need?”
“I'm not sure,” Colin admitted. “I'm starting to think humans may be related to crows. They seem to put a lot of value on shiny trinkets.”
“I'm also disturbed at how many humans are emphatic about not giving her a vacuum,” I added, shaking my head at the absurdity of the notion. “Why would I give her a vacuum if she doesn't want one? And what if she does want one? Am I still not allowe
