Mj walked toward the bed and sat down crossing her legs, she looked at Dante and cocked her head to the side “Can I ask you something?” she said hopefully. Dante spun around and collapsed to his knees in front of her. He looked up into Mj’s eyes, reached out and put his hands on the edge of her knees. “You can ask me anything always Mj” the seriousness in his tone made her scrunch up her nose a little in scepticism.
