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*Breeze's point of view*
Daniel wouldn't let me drive again because he claims he's scared I'll get distracted and crash the car so I sat next to him in the passenger seat.
"Where to first?", Daniel asks. That was a stupid question because I'm positive he knows I want food.
"Food, duh", I answer.
"Right, I don't want you to get hangry and bite my head off", Daniel says, flashing me a sly grin.
"Daniel, don't be silly, I'm a vegetarian", I joke. Daniel looks at me with a confused expression. "That was a joke, I love chicken nuggets too much."
"Where exactly am I driving to?", Daniel asks. I grab my phone and start putting in the address into Google maps but Daniel snatches it away. "No, tell me what way to go, that way I can see more of Canada", Daniel explains. I sigh, I don't completely understand his logic and to add on to that I'm not great with directions.
"If you want to see then why can't I drive?", I ask. Daniel ignores my question so I tell him which way to go.
Many wrong lefts and rights and some arguing later we finally make it to my favorite diner. Daniel was pleased with the "vibes" it gave. We sit down at my favorite spot, a booth next to a window that shows off the beautiful mountains.
"So what's the story with this place?", Daniel asks, looking around it. It's a cute diner that has a homey feel to it, it smells like coffee too, people sit peacefully talking and eating some great food.
"It doesn't have a story", I shrug. I think I just like the food.
"Your eyes lit up when we got in here so there must be something you really like about it", Daniel replies. I don't completely believe my eyes lit up and even if they did it was probably because I'm starving.
"I just like the food, Daniel", I chuckle, shaking my head at the boy. He's truly observant, something most guys I've met lack.
"I think it has a story", Daniel decides. I look around the diner and think of when I was younger. I'm hesitant but decide to tell him anyway. Something about Daniel makes me feel like I can tell him anything.
"My mom used to bring me here", I explain. I bite my lip to stop myself from frowning. Daniel doesn't notice that it slightly upsets me to talk about it.
"So it does have a story, tell me about it. I want to know you", Daniel pleads. I'm hesitant but agree to it anyway.
"I was young, maybe like five or six", I start, "I don't completely remember but the owner tells me about it when she's here." Daniel's eyebrows furrow in confusion, most likely because it sounds like the beginning of a sob story.
"Why doesn't your mom tell you about it?", Daniel asks. I smile at him sadly.
"My mom she was amazing. She made me happy when she was miserable. She would bring me here and tell me jokes. She always told me I was going to be great. Sometimes I can remember some things and I can see her. I can see her brown lose curls, her shining brown eyes, her dimples, and her favorite blue shirt. It wasn't a pretty shirt, but I picked it out so it was her favorite", I pause to smile and try and envision her on my head.
