She thought for a minute before finally nodding. “Okay. One diner it is!”
“No, one date.” He corrected.
“And what’s the difference between the two?” she frowned at him.
“A diner can be organized in a restaurant, and ends by saying good night.” He bends over and whisper huskily. “Whereas a date starts by saying good morning and ends up by saying good morning.”
It took Anna a little moment to understand his words. “No way. I’m going to spend my whole day with you again.” She shrugged. “It either diner or nothing.”
“ Fine dinner it is!” he accepted defeat. “Every day from eight to ten o’clock.” He added after a brief silence.
“Everyday?”
“Yes, have diner with me everyday until you covers the twenty four hours you own me.” He openly declared.
“Are you crazy!” she frowned at his childish self.
“Well, I did give you a choice to spend one day with me, didn’t I?” he defended,
“do you think I am that enthuastic to spend time with you.”