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"Dip someone," she answered, looking steadily at him.
"Dip someone," she answered, looking steadily at him.
Damian looked up, catching her gaze, and shrugged. "I took a class."
"And you didn't tell me?" she asked with a smirk. "You knew I took dance."
"It was going to be a surprise." He looked back down at the menu. "You're so good at it, I thought it would be kinda cool to see what was so awesome about it."
She laughed. "I didn't know I was such a model citizen."
"You, model citizen?"
"Sarcasm," she said, waving her hand dismissively as she looked at the menu.
"D'ya think if I asked, they would just put the eggs in a blender for me?"
"No! Do not ask that!" Starr reprimanded through laughs.
"No! Do not ask that!" Starr reprimanded through laughs.
"I'm totally gonna ask." Damian said, feigning determination. "I'll pay extra."
"Nooooooo," Starr moaned, laying her head on the table. "I'll die of second hand embarrassment."
"Then perish." He said simply, no trace of emotion in his voice. And then he burst int laughter.
"You can't keep a straight face if your life depended on it!" she retorted, lifting her head to look at him.
He flipped her off, still snickering. "Maybe so."
"Hey!" She smacked his hand. "Don't be an arse!"
"This is abuse! I'm not buying you a milkshake!" He cradled his hand to his chest as though it was legit injured
"I can buy myself a milkshake, thank you!"
"I was going to offer, be a nice friend and all that, but whatever."
She rolled her eyes. "Nice friends flip each other off?"
"No, friends who have been rudely jilted do." Damian huffed.
Starr rolled her eyes. "Yeah, okay."
"I'm leaving you at the Dennys." Damian crossed his arms, pouting. "You'll have to hitch hike, or just live in the break room.
"Uh-huh. You wouldn't do that," Starr retorted.
"Try me." Damian said, meeting her eyes.
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