ANOTHER STARTER YOU DIDN’T ASK FOR || @samurailady
It was strange, those moments when everything became so very clear. As soon as this one happened, Danny had simply stood up, excused himself, and hailed a cab to get out to the Bronx. He’d spent a few minute knocking on Colleen’s door, hoping that she wasn’t out or too busy to answer. He’d had the whole cab ride to think about what he wanted to say, but as soon as the door was open, everything he thought he was going to say floated out of his mind, pretty immediately-- but either way, he knew he had to say something before Colleen did, or he’d likely never get it out.
“I went speed dating.” He said in a rush, with absolutely no pre-amble at all, “I went speed dating and you have to describe yourself in like five minutes and the other person does too and I was trying to do it--” It had been hard, impossible even and that was when it had hit him like a bolt of lightning, “-- and I don’t want to. I don’t want to describe myself in five minutes and I don’t want to have to explain. And I realized, okay--
“I don’t want to explain myself because it seems redundant and stupid because I already have someone in my life who knows me-- everything about me, even the stuff I don’t like or don’t talk about, somebody I don’t ever have to explain myself to because she already... she’s already a part of me, in my mind and in my heart and...
“I guess what I came here to say; to uh-- to ask is,” do or die time-- and if there was one thing Danny was good at, it was running headlong at whatever he was afraid of; and this was no different.
“I like you, Colleen. Do you want to be my girlfriend maybe?”
