Now let's drabble on with the letter D!
“You owe me a debt,” Lana said with a smirk, her arms crossed in front of her chest. “I don’t chase away bullies for free.”
Elliot made a futile attempt to straighten his damaged glasses, more to make it look like he wasn’t staring at her. Lana’s knee-high black leather boots made her look like a warrior goddess. Bullies had always been a reality for him, and he couldn’t figure out why someone like her would help him.
“What do you want?” he asked hesitantly.
The smirk turned to a smile. “Just a kiss, because I think you’re cute.”