Dale nearly stumbles over his feet trying to follow after Dream, the flowers toppling from his head. Why did he invite the scary-ass man out to eat again?
He opens the door for Dream carefully, expecting to get yelled at, at least and getting stomped on at most but Dream just thanks him and gets in.
The difference between him and Hayden was so stark it almost hurt but his fascination with his Jasmine couldn't be explained and to be honest he didn't want it explained.
After weeks of feeling like his world was in shades of grey, the blonde spitfire crashes back into his life and everything is suddenly in Technicolor, his savage responses too.
He gets in quickly and starts the car, looking at Dream from the side of his eye to see him searching through a small purse.
"Can you smell me?" Dream asks out of the blue.
Dale splutters, nearly crashing the car. "What?"
