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</div><b>Name:</b>Daniel Delgado (Danny)<br/><b>Age:</b>24<br/><b>Sexuality:</b>Heterosexual<br/><b>Hometown:</b>Born: Barcelona, Spain | From: San Diego, California<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Sunday, 4th of July, 2021 | Lunch<br/><b>Location:</b>Villa backyard | Kitchen<br/><b>Wearing: </b>Red trunks<br/><b>Coupled With:</b>No one<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Brook (<a class="username" data-user-id="9157" data-username="Sarita" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/9157/">Sarita</a>) | Open<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>Danny revealed a smile when Brook spoke her accented Spanish. He nodded at the words, assuming that meant she knew the translation. His mama was a very strong woman and never wanted to be worried about. Even when she was a single mother, raising him on her own, after saying goodbye to his alcoholic father.<br/><br/>Brook admitted that some parts of Malibu were bougie, then brought up Spain. He chuckled. “I am from Spain.” He pressed a hand flat against his chest as he referenced himself. She went on to explain that the beach was less of a judgmental zone and her friends were chill, some of them even living in vans. He blinked at that. Did they<i>choose</i>to live in their vans, or were they homeless?<br/><br/>However, the conversation shifted before he could really inquire and after mentioning that he used to sell drugs, he diverted attention to his hungry stomach and inquired about lunch. Brook said she mostly ate vegan but liked barbecue too. He laughed at that concept, softly. “I wonder what vegan barbecue tastes like.” Danny was not a vegan and the times he had tried vegan food didn’t go so well.<br/><br/>She left it up to him to pick something to prepare for lunch, stating that she’d eat whatever he made. “You sure about that?” He chuckled. “What if I’m a terrible cook?” He teased. Brook leaned in to kiss him and he returned the quick kiss, only for her to veer to his ear and whisper about how his past didn’t matter to her. He nodded slowly, listening to her comforting words.<br/><br/>But when she mentioned his choice, Danny shook his head and started to walk backwards through the pool. “I think that it’s actually your choice next.” He pointed to her with two finger guns, implying that the next ceremony would likely be girl's choice. Though he was just guessing, to be fair. “Oh, you meant lunch.” He laughed. “Sorry, that was lame.” Even he had to admit the joke was too akin to a dad joke to be funny.<br/><br/>“I’ll see what I can whip up.” And with that he walked out of the pool and shook off, grabbing a nearby towel to quickly dry himself off, then left the towel loosely wrapped around the back of his neck, draped over his shoulders, as he approached the kitchen. Once there, he let out a hum as he began looking in the fridge at all of his options. He titled his head to the side as he started to consider what a vegan sandwich looked like.