“Sure, man, not a problem.” When he went to find another seat with his ice cream and strawberries, the only seat was next to, you guessed it, Niomi and her family. That’s when he smelled cherry blossoms. Niomi didn’t smell anything yet because she hadn’t reached that age. But she did think he was attractive. He kept the smell to himself for now. He had a feeling, seeing what was going on around him, and Niomi was the only one at the table who was about the right age. He asked, “So, hi, my name is Daniel, but everyone calls me Danny or Dan.”
“Hello, Daniel. I’m Niomi’s father, George, and my wife, May. Why’d you leave your seat?”
“Chris wanted to sit next to Goldie.”
“Makes sense.” Shrugged May.
“I seemed to be drawn here. Not sure why.”
May smiled, and since they were near open
