Phil’s POV
The arcade was huge, well lit, full of games.
Danny is surprisingly good at them even though I just kept winning. “Gaming is your thing, huh?” he wondered after yet another loss.
“Kind of,” I shrugged, grinning.
“I feel like I’ve been hustled,” he teased, nudging me.
“You should,” I chuckled, nudging him back.
He’d bit his lip before leaning forward in the booth we were in, giving me a kiss.
Danny was always sneaking kisses.
Flirting.
Making it clear that he was interested.
He’d paid for everything. Insisted on it even though I offered.
We bought pizza and a whole bunch of unhealthy snacks while we were there.
All the tickets and jackpots we hit only really amounted to a dart board and some candy. Still, we’d had fun
