We're called Purple Potato

"I think..." He says looking at our entangled hands. I smile,waiting for his response. 'We should be called...Purple Potato." He says. I burst out laughing. I lean forward letting my forehead rest on his shoulder. "Purple Potato?" i say into his shirt. He pushes me back so he can look into my eyes. "Yes!" he says giggling. "Ok" i say.