“What’s your favourite colour?”

I tried my best not to stare blankly but I couldn't help it.

"Uhh... I don't... have one." She gave a bright, beaming smile that seemed to cover all of her little face. Then, she looked at me like she knew a secret.

"I know," she said simply. I blinked.

"You know... what?" She covered her mouth cheekily and giggled, her big, blue eyes gleaming in the sunshine.

"I know what your favourite colour is!" she declared. She stared at me now, not in confusion like I had, but in confidence that she knew the answer.

"Okay. What is it?"

She told me what she thought my favourite colour was. With a chuckle and a spin, she announced it to the world. Although I never noticed it before, upon hearing her say the word, with that lovable smile and eyes filled with wonder, I realized it was everywhere. That colour filled the world, just as she did. The warmth and excitement it contained. It was present everywhere around and within her. And it was enchanting. And when she asked me if she was correct, I realized she was.

Though, between you and me, I really didn't have a favourite colour until I heard her say yellow.