Danielle didn't believe that, but encouraged him to open up...she needed to hear the full story.
“Well,” Biff started, he paused trying to come up with the right words. “I guess it all started with my girlfriend.” Danielle rolled her eyes.
“Of course,” She thought to herself. “It’s always the girl’s fault.” She subtly checked Biff out as he went on with his story. He was pretty hot, she had to admit. The kind of guy that most girls would fight each other for so she wasn’t surprised that he already had a girlfriend. Although, if there were girl problems, it might not be for much longer.
Danielle realised that she had zoned out and hadn’t heard much of the story. “Focus” she scolded herself as she tried to pay attention to what the hot boy in front of her was telling her. That is, after all, what she invited him here for.
“And then when I saw her this morning she was acting like I was the one who was acting crazy.”
Danielle blinked, it was her time to add to the conversation. Maybe some advice? Too bad that she had missed half the details.
“I don’t think you’re crazy.” She said. Biff looked at her surprised.
“Really?” He asked. “Everyone else that I’ve tried talking to doesn’t believe me or think that I’m going nuts. Even my best friend, Steve.” He added.
Danielle shook her head.
“No babe, I don’t think you’re crazy.” She thought back to what he said about girls having short hair. “Listen,” she said reaching out and placing her hand on his. “Girls change their hair all the time, so do boys. It’s called fashion. And if your girlfriend has any problem with how you look then she’s the crazy one.”
Biff was taken aback. While it wasn’t quite what he was expecting, it was nice to finally have someone who believed him. Biff smiled at the officer who smiled back before she checked her watch.
“I’d best get back to work.” She said as she got up, Biff followed suit. “And you’d better get back to school.” Biff nodded.
Danielle reached into her pocket and pulled out a business card. She handed it to Biff.
“Here.” she said. “It was nice chatting to you, and if you have any more girlfriend troubles or…” she paused chuckling “fashion crises. Give me a call.”
Biff let out a little laugh as he looked at the card.
“Yeah. Er, thanks, officer.”
“Anytime.”
