"I swear you said, that you weren't the -Social Type-"
“I know…I j just want to fi find someone…j just…leave me be okay?”
“N not meaning to b be rude I just-“
"Fine, i'll leave."
Dax lays there…waiting
"Dude, you have your whole life to do this..- Come on. Why can't we just go to a bar? You may even find someone there!"
“o oh…r right y yea l let’s go!”
He quickly pulled himself up, following him
"I know a good place, i have a friend there who can help!"
“r right oki!
He nervously smiled following
"You...nevermind- Here we are! Hooters..-"
“o oh…s sounds good!”
He walked inside, slightly exitited
