—Okay! —she replies, sounding exasperated but not upset—. I'll treat you to a coffee later.
—And I'll happily accept, then invite you to dinner —I laugh in response.
—I won't be able to win one from you…
I shake my head with a smile on my lips, and we both finally set out to do the shopping. Dana holds Drogo in her arms, instructing me on what to put in the cart. Even though we're close in age, I feel like she's much older than me. I don't know if it's due to the maturity she shows, or her way of acting, but Dana is playing the role of the older sister I never had right now.
While she points out which kind of oil is better, as well as the best brand of ham, cheese, milk… Dana tells me a bit about herself and her life due to my questions.
«Ares would call me a gossip»
Placing the vege
