21. My Checklist!

Aubrianne Ivanov

I scrutinized Daniel for a good minute. He seemed genuine enough, and I didn't get any bad vibes or anything from him. I smile, tucking some hair behind my ear. I answered, "sure, I would love to visit and meet her sometime."

Though I was scared to trust my judgment, Ron thoroughly shattered that. But I will continue to keep a close eye on Daniel.

As a matter of fact, anyone that comes into my life from here on my guard will be up.

Now we have relaxed into friendly conversations, well, mostly me doing the questioning and Daniel answering.

Soon, we pulled into the parking lot of a picturesque diner, very modern and unique.

I glimpsed the sign as we walked into the diner, "Gloria's," stepping in, with Daniel getting the door for us, being ever the gentleman, we were welcomed by a middle age woman in her apron.

Grey eyes, hair in short dark curls, some falling in front of her forehead complementing her round face, she is short, about Five Feet Five Inches, and a bit plum