Peeking is pathetic.

"I'm not interested," you tell her.

"Sure you're not," she threw back with a laugh. "I'm sure you're going to tell me that you're gay or something now. Aren't you?"

"Honestly, no," you admit. "It just so happens that I'm straight, but I'm not one of those..."

You suddenly realize you're missing your next word. Hoping it doesn't blow up in your face, you lean closer into Daisy.

"I'm sorry," you admit, continuing your honesty. "What do you call the super-fans of your franchise?"

To your surprise, she leans her face in as well.

"Typically, I call the authorities," she tells you.

The famous and the fan share a loud laugh while separating their faces.

"Point taken," you compliment her.

"Thank you," she says. "But I won't be taking YOUR point tonight."