Good Boy, Sad Girl

19: Noah

"Alright, that's it for today. Great job. You guys are phenomenal at acting." Allison says. "See you guys tomorrow!"

Danielle starts to walk towards the door, but I quickly run after her.

"Uh, Danielle," I say, stepping in front of her.

"Yes?" She asks, looking into my eyes.

"Uhm, well, I Uhm, I was wondering if." I try to take a deep breath, but it's getting harder to breathe. "Do you, Uhm, want to go to dinner with me? Like uhm, a second da..." I slowly trail off. I can barely breathe.

I sigh, trying to steady my breathing.

"Are you trying to ask me on a date?"

"Uhm, yes, yes I am." I am trying to sound more confident, but I still sound nervous.

"Don't be nervous. You already know that my answer is yes." She says. "However, let's call it a do-over date, and I would not like to classify me throwing up on you on our first date."

"You're being overdramatic. It's not your fault that you threw up on me."

"First of all, never call a girl overdramatic." She says in a serious tone. "And even though you didn't get mad, I'm still embarrassed."

"Okay, would you like to go on a do-over date with me?"

"Yes, I would." She says. "Where are we going?"

"I made reservations at Alessandro's Dreamy Creations. It's a small Italian restaurant, and it says that the owner Alessandro is always there. So, we'll probably get to meet him."

"Ooh, sounds nice." She says. "And you made reservations, and that means you've been planning this date."

"Yes, I've been planning it for a week now. However, I was terrified to ask you."

"You should never be scared to ask me on a date because my answer will always be yes!"

She hugs me. "What time did you make the reservations?"

"I think that I made them for Nine."

"Oh no, that barely gives me any time to get ready."

"That's three hours," I say. "Besides, you don't have to get ready. You look great already."

"Thank you, but other people are going to see me at the restaurant, and what if paparazzi are there? Also, three hours is barely any time to get ready." She says. "You spend two hours stressing about what you're going to wear, and then you usually pick the first option that you had. It's a very long process."

She starts to walk away, but then she turns around and looks sad.

"I forgot that my dad said that I can't go anywhere unless it's for work." She says. "When I got back, we got into a fight."

"There is a simple solution to this problem." I pause for a second. "Lie"

"You want me to lie to my father?"

"Yeah, just say that you're changing into an outfit for a promo photo shoot."

"That's a good idea! You're so smart."