“12:47 on February 1st: You knowingly ingested gelato.”
“Gelato isn’t vegan?”
“It’s milk and eggs, bitch.”
Damian chuckled. He had seen this movie at least six times, but that joke always got him. Yanna gently slumped over, dropping her head on his shoulder. Damian could feel the heat rising in his face, but he didn’t say anything. In truth, he was enjoying his time with Yanna, but he wasn’t sure how she felt. He was also very much aware of the discomfort he had for having these feelings. She came from a place he knew nothing about, and probably had a lot of things in her past that he would be unable to understand. Culture, politics, education. All things that would be understandably different when comparing Earth to… wherever she was from. But he also knew that he enjoyed how he was fe
