He made the tea and got the muffin for the customer. instead of handing it to him from behind the counter, Erin walked up to Emile and gave him the items.
Emile smiled and shook his hand. All of a sudden, there was a glow. A sparkle, emitting from both of their soulmate marks. Emile gasped, looking at Erin in shock.
Do you how do? I use any pronouns :) Get in losers, we're going napping
The simple truth is that authors like making people squirm. If this weren't the case, all novels would be filled completely with cute bunnies having birthday parties. — Brandon Sanderson, Alcatraz Versus the Evil Librarians