She was drunk.
Very, very drunk.
Her face looked perfectly normal, just like always. Soft cheeks, slightly flushed from the night air, hazel eyes shining under the stars. But the moment she opened her mouth, Dante knew he was in serious trouble.
"My dear danuuuu," she said solemnly, poking his chest with one finger that kept missing its target, "thank youuuu sooo much for such a beautiful datettt." Her voice wobbled, then dipped dramatically. "I loved it. And do you know…" she sniffed loudly, her eyes suddenly glossy, "…it's my first date."
His heart actually softened at that. He wrapped an arm around her instinctively, warmth spreading through his chest. Her first. He felt absurdly proud of that fact.
But—
Dannu?
He did not even get time to process the nickname.
"You're sooooo beautiful," she announced seriously, as if she had just uncovered an ancient truth. Then she leaned forward and hugged his neck with surprising strength, nearly knocking him off balance.
