"Okay." I simply responded to her answer to my question. We drove with an awkward silence which was broken at times as the woman instructed me before speaking about how long she had been here. "Oh, photographic journalism? That's cool..and I love fashion photography, not cheap shit, but real high fashion photography which pushes the boundries of art you know?" I spoke with an enthusiastic smile at her. "Yeah he's new apparently, same here." I added briefly before focusing on driving and the next question hit me out of the blue, catching me by surprise.<br/><br/>"What?" I asked before re-composing myself. "I mean..I just met him for the first time..he seems a nice enough guy. Showed up to help me out right away and all that." I replied awkwardly. It was real hard to appear somewhat disinterested in Danial. He was my fucking boyfriend for gods sake! I not only liked him, I<em>loved</em>him and would've gone to any lengths for him, which was why I was dressing up as a boy and following him to begin with! "Why, you fancy him or what?" I asked her in return with a chuckle.