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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>Olivia (<a class="username" data-user-id="3317" data-username="Mehlia" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/3317/">Mehlia</a>)<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>Danny hadn’t managed to find anything to pull out of the fridge by the time he heard someone else approaching. From over his shoulder he turned to see Liv walking over just as she said hey to him. “Hey, Liv.” He greeted, shutting the fridge door to watch her as she moved to the pantry.<br/><br/>He wanted to find something to say but wasn’t sure where to start, quite frankly. She grabbed a pack of ramen and started to prepare it for the microwave. He was going to offer to make it for her but that’s when she started talking. He started scanning the cabinets for a large pot and got one out, then brought it to the sink to fill it up with water.<br/><br/>Olivia was leaning against the counter then and mentioned the kiss just as Danny set the pot down and leaned over her to reach behind her for the microwave. He pressed the button to pop the door ajar, intending to take her ramen and make it into something much better, when her words stopped him in his tracks.<br/><br/>His arm had touched hers in the process of reaching for her lunch, and his body faced hers as she leaned against the kitchen counter, only a small amount of space between them. He looked down at her and into her warm, sparkling eyes, when she confessed that even with the kiss being unexpected, and Brook being there to watch, she didn’t regret it happened.<br/><br/>He licked his lips as he tried to think of what to say, his gaze falling to her lips momentarily, before he cleared his throat and pulled the bowl from the  microwave. “It was a nice kiss,” he admitted in a whisper, his head nodding to add emphasis to his words. She said she wasn’t trying to steal him away, but did want a chance to get to know him.<br/><br/>He gave her a lopsided grin. “I’d like that too.” With that, he pulled the brick of ramen out of the bowl and set it aside, clicking the electric stove on and letting the water reach a boil. “Let’s start now.” He suggested. “I’m gonna make you real ramen, and you’ll love it. Trust me, I’ve had to eat so many of these because they were the cheapest meal at the grocery store. I’ve learned how to make them into something amazing.” He promised.<br/><br/>“Can you grab me another packet?” He asked, finding the seasoning pack from her package of ramen and setting it aside as well. He then found another, smaller pot, and filled it with water, then grabbed a couple of eggs from the fridge and dropped them carefully into the cold water, then let that sit on the stove with the lid on it, waiting for it to reach a boil, too.<br/><br/>“So, what’s your favorite ramen?” He asked, turning back to the fridge to pull out a bundle of green onions. Rifling through more drawers and cabinets, he pulled out a cutting board and a knife and got to work, chopping the green onions into little green circles. “My favorite is probably chicken, but if I’m in a spicy mood, then these spicy ones are amazing too.” He grinned back at her. “If I’m in the mood fo Asian, then the soy sauce one is delicious.”