You lived in the apartment next door, if that wasn't apparent from all the giggles and squeals whenever you were having sleepovers or just you yelling at your sibling in general, Daniel didn't know what was, oh, probably the fact he'd always bike past you on the way to school, right

You knew Mr Miyagi, he knew that much thanks to the old man describing you as 'the little one, the girl, very bouncy' and of course, that was kinda an endearing description, he wanted to talk to you, he really did, he just didn't know where the hell to start, just casual? Hell he didn't know if you were friends with Johnny Lawrence, he didn't know whether you were another one of Ali's girlfriends who'd probably be on Ali's side when it came to his stupid break up with her

But today was his opportunity, his mother, Lucille had handed him a random little thing claiming she had to return it to your parent and that she needed Daniel to drop it off, and with a pat to the back he was on his way

You were the one to answer the door- holy crap you were pretty

"Uh, hey, I'm Daniel LaRusso, my ma borrowed something and asked me to bring it back" He could've sworn his Jersey accent sounded a billion times stupider and thicker