Damn, Daniel

“State your name for the purposes of this project.”

“You know my name.”

“I said for the purpose of this project, dumbass.”

“Not even thirty seconds in and you’ve started with the name calling.”

…

“Fine. My name is Daniel.”

“Damn, Daniel!”

“Can you believe you are not the first person to make that joke?”

“It’s pretty funny, though.”

“Not when you’ve heard it at least a billion times.”

“True. Alright, shall we get started?”

“You’re the one controlling the camera, so yeah, sure.”

“How old are you?”

“How is this relevant?”

“Just answer the question, Danny Boy.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t like it.”

“Why don’t you like it?”

“Is this a fucking therapy session or something?”

“Wow, you went 0-100 real quick.”

“Sorry. I uh, just don’t like the nickname.”

“Bad memories associated with the nickname?”

“Something like that.”

“Uh, okay. Next question. What’s your favourite pizza topping?”

“Smooth segway there.”

“I’m a smooth gal.”

“Yeah, alright.”

“Hey! I am too!”

“Kimi, I’ve seen you trip at least five times in the last week or so.”

“So you’ve been watching me, huh?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You implied it. Next question, do you have a crush on me?”

“Did you hear the bell ring? I should get to my next class.”

“Can’t run from me, Daniel.”

“If you keep tripping up all the time, I probably could.”