Daniel was seated on top of the kitchen island, holding a bottle of juice in one of his hands as his eyes were aimed on the brunette, waiting for her to speak up but since it didn’t happen,he decided to just ask the question once again. “Well, who is it? You know I can’t help you with getting a date with that guy if you won’t tell me who he is.”
Bambi, the girl who was pouring the milk to the bowl of cereal glanced at Daniel and sighed heavily. She didn’t want to talk about it, she never had a date with a guy before. “I only like him a little so I guess I don’t a date” – “yet”