<strong>"You're right, it's not a date, just two people who've agreed to benefit the other with company while we do our separate jobs. I have my photos and the articles to write and you are showing your fellow sailors a good time. So not a date,"</strong>she said agreeing with the professionalism of it all. To her it was no doubt a date with this guy, but she wasn't going to let him know that. What are you doing Dani? she asked herself. Yesterday, this man fucked your day up and then the next day you've already made up with him? Her thoughts stayed where they were supposed to. The fact that it was a date and the fact that this man wasn't worth it never made it out of her head. She went with her gut with this one and she knew this man wasn't all that much of an asshole. Just remember what Marcus told you.<br/><br/><strong>"I think I can find my own transportation there,"</strong>she said.<strong>"This is San Francisco. If you're not taking a car or walking, you're at least riding the bus or staying green and riding a bike."</strong>She was going to stay professional with this one. Danielle did not want to resort to her impulsive idea of getting a ride from this man.<strong>"So when is this event?"</strong>