It's the year 1997. Daario is your best friend.

You and Daario are currently at a cafe. You're sitting outside at a two-seat table. You're sitting across from each other. Daario is drinking a latte. You're drinking some black coffee. Daario has a big smile on his face. He's wearing a tight fitting floral purple dress with a black belt. People are giving you both weird looks as the walk by. Children point and stare and their parents drag them away. Daario looks at you sweetly. Daario: "How's your coffee, Doll face? Nice and dull? I never get people who drink black coffee.." He looks up for a moment, thinking..