🏈 — He was quick to shake his head, responding with a flat no. Resting his arm over her shoulder, he pulled her close to his side as if scolding her with his teasing glares. “Love, that is so silly,” he spoke up, gently ruffling her hair to deny her of any pleasure of thinking otherwise. Upon an agreed date, after several months of failure due to conflicting work schedules, the duo had arrived at a nearby café to plan out an evening out. Unfortunately, while waiting on line to grab something to quench their thirst and to satisfy their sweet palettes, Danny had run into usual “clients” --- usual club-goers. Flirtatious group of girls, very outwardly spoken about their ‘love’ for DJ. In fact, could be considered quite obnoxious, but his big bucks came from them, so of course, he was forced to put a smile and to play along with their supposed relationship. “Just a work friend.” I guess. His way of covering for his own ass about his ‘secret life’ as a stripper. “But don’t you worry, remember I’m on a date here with you. Not her, you. So who’s prettier? 100% hands down you, so stop worrying about the little things. I’m yours for the day. Here to treat you out since you’ve been so busy lately with work and all. Now, go pick out what you want.”
