I'm pitiful?

I sit up straight and instantly wipe away my tears, the hand remains on my shoulder. I turn to identify the person behind but my watery eyes only let me see after letting out few more drops of tears. It was Daniel, he had a small smile and concern filled his eyes. 

"I'm fine" I lie.

"I'm sure you are, Laura" he says sitting on the chair beside me.

"What are you doing this late?" 

"I um... drugs?" he replies and I stare at him wide-eyed

"Drugs?" I repeat with raised eyebrows.

"Why not?" 

"Aren't you the lollipop type?" I ask mocking him.

"I am every type" he laughs. 

"Alright, so what type of drugs do you consume?" 

"Are you interested in me Laura?" he hisses.

"Are you insane" I question knitting my eyes.

"Wasn't until I met you." he sighs.

I clear my throat and say "Think this conversation is over" standing up. 

"Follow me" he says grabbing my wrist and app