Dylan nodded eagerly. “Of course! I’ll reply to you immediately from now on.”

“Imogen, won’t you be my girlfriend? I love you. Whether you’re Imogen, Fox, or Sugar, I love you. Imogen… please?”

Imogen looked at him with a smile. “Don't we seem like a couple right now? Do you think I’d let you hug me like this if we weren’t together? You would have gotten a slap long ago.”

His face lit up like the sun breaking through clouds. “Imogen, you’ve finally agreed! I’m so happy!”

Overwhelmed with joy, he grabbed her waist and spun her around in circles several times, only stopping when she gasped that she was getting dizzy.

“I couldn’t stop myself, I was too happy,” Dylan explained apologetically. In the heat of the moment, he forgot that spinning too much would make her dizzy.

“It’s fine.” Pushing him back lightly, Imogen said, “Come on, let’s go to my office.”

Dylan followed like an overeager puppy. He asked, “Are you busy today?”

“Of course. I always am.”

Dylan replied graciously, “