'So, what's your perfect kind of date?' He asked her once as they walked through the campus.
'Seriously, is that all you can think about?' She rolled her eyes, 'Girls and booze?'
'No. I'm talking about your perfect kind of date. No girls. No booze.'
'Why?' She looked at him, a smirk slowly forming over her lips. 'Do you want to ask me out on a date?'
'God.' He chuckled under his breath. 'Can you ever answer a question without asking a question in return?'
'Guess that'll be our thing then, hmm?' She continued teasing him, 'Asking a question for a question?'
'Well then.. ask yours, and answer mine.'
'Still desperate to know my perfect kind of date?'
'Daisy.' His voice held a gentle warning to it.
'Okay.. so what is your perfect kind of date?' She asked him, her voice full of interes
