"I know about this," he rubbed the scar on her leg with his finger.
"Don't feel sorry for me," she took her leg away.
"I'm not…maybe I am," he looked up at her only for their eyes to meet.
"Truth or dare?" She asked, ignoring his sympathy.
"Truth," he answered.
"Who's the girl you are attracted to at the moment?" She sat up.
"Since it's the truth," he paused. "There are many girls I'm attracted to. I've answered that."
"Truth or dare?" He asked.
"Truth," she answered.
"Will you ever let Gabe go?"
"Yes, I have already," she sternly told him.
"I saw how you looked at him when he touched your hair, you like him so much."
"Truth or dare?" She ignored him again.
"Truth."
"You had a wet dream about who? I mean lately," she seemed interested.