My dad had a bottle of white wine chilling on ice.
“Johnny, I know you're not twenty-one yet but tonight is a special night so I am allowing you to have a glass!”
Wow, way to make me look uncool.
“Thanks.” I said dryly.
Danielle and I stood by the breakfast bar sipping on our wine while dad busied himself with the food.
“So you're going to college this fall, huh?” she asked me.
“Yes, I hope so!”
“That's a shame.” she said, “That you're leaving. Considering we've just met. Doesn't give us a lot of time to get to know each other, does it?”
“Uh no, I guess not!”
“Well... you know what they say – quality is better than quantity – so we'll just have to make the most of our time, if you know what I mean!”
I wasn't sure I did know what she meant but dad spun around from the stove.
“Sit
