"So, you never knew your mom, is that right?", Joseph asked Michael. Michael hesitated for a second, then said, "No . . . " You looked at Joseph and he looked at you. You shrugged and whispered, "It's getting dark. We should let him go home. I need to get home too." Joseph thought about it and said to Michael, "Ok, that's all we need. You may go home now." Michael shifts uncomfortably and said, "Thanks, I guess . . ." Joseph gives him a warm smile and put a hand on his shoulder. "You'll be fine, kid. Go home, get some rest." Michael smiled back and walked away down the street. Joseph sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He glanced at you and smirked, "Want me to take you out to eat? Or your not hungry?" You look up at him and gasp. "Really!? You'd take me out to dinner!?" Joseph looked away, blushing. "Y-ya, if you w-want . . . " You think for a second. "Wait, I need to feed my dog!" Joseph looks at you and says, "Wait, you have a dog? How big is he?" You put your hand almost up to your knee. "He's short, I guess. Only this tall." Joseph smirks evilly and bends down so he's your height. "Shorter than you?" You push him back and say, "I'm not short, your just tall!" He laughs and says, "No, I think you're just short and too scared to admit it." You huff and cross your arms. Joseph sees you glaring at him and chuckles. "Ha, ha, ok, I'm sorry. Please don't be mad at me." He pats your head and says, "Oh, don't be all mad at me. Come on, let's go to your house and feed that dog of yours. What's his name anyway?" You follow him to his black Dodge Charger and answer his question. "His name is Bolt. He's a white Siberian husky. White Siberian Huskies are actually quite rare.", you say as you open the passenger door and slide in. Joseph does the same. You clip on your seat belt and turn to Joseph. "Are you married?" Joseph looks at you as he puts on his seat belt too. "Why you askin?", he says, smirking. You scowl and look away. "Just drive, weirdo.", you say.