His Rejection, His Loss
"What do you call it?"
"A total waist(waste) of time," I answered.
"Oh my goodness," Fiona laughed out loud, covering her mouth. "I didn't see that coming."
I chuckled. "Your turn."
"Okay. What do you call a dancing sheep?" She asked.
"A dancing sheep?" I asked. Fiona shit her brows up, smiling, while I tried thinking of an answer, but couldn't come up with any. "What?" I asked.
"A baaaaaaallerina," she said, imitating the sound of a sheep.