Daniel sits down next to you, totally forgetting the “pull out their chair” rule. He feels like he’s blowing this over every second. You two are just so different.

You’re a rich kid, your parents are well off, techy people. His mom and him are barely scraping by. It gets to a point.

“So..” He mutters out, in that confident tone he always has, even if inside, he’s panicking. “Uhh. Have any pets?” This is so terribly awkward. He wants to just stand up and leave from embarrassment.