Danielle's POV

"What are you guys whispering about back there?" My sister yells. She dashed away a little hearing Donald's name then slowed to 'not look excited'.

"Nothing!!" I yell back.

"Hey, Donny!" Joey calls out to his brother.

"Hey bubby! Ready for Chick Fil A?" Donald says with a grin.

"Yep. And I've brought along two friends." Joey introduces us.

My sister casually walks over to shake Donald's hand, but Joey trips her and she goes flying into Donald's arms.

Her face is bright red and she is blubbering. "Um... I ... tr...tripped and you...you're here. And I uh.. am here and so yeah..." I shoot a grin at Joey and he winks at me.

Donald is obviously trying to hold back from the laughter that wants to burst out of him. "Are you ok?"

"You're... You're...." Reagan stutters and stares at Donald.

"Dashing? Handsome? Incredibly good looking?" Donald jokes.

"Yeah...." My sister shoots back.

Grinning from ear to ear, Donald holds out his hand. "Hi. I'm Donald. And you are?"

"Donald Stamper." Reagan says dreamily.

"AWESOME! We have the same name. Makes things easier for me." Donald laughs.

"Wow... And I thought I was an awkward person..." Joey whispers, leaning towards me.

I elbow him, "That's my sister, mister."

My sister has regained some compsure. "No... I'm not Donald... cause well that'd be an odd name for a girl." She laughs, nervously.

Donald does too. He apparently laughs a lot. Like Joey! "Soooooo," says Donald after a little while.

"What?" My sister asks.

"If your name isn't Donald, may I ask what it is?" Donald says shuffling his feet a little bit, while my sister blushes. Again. Donald laughs. Again. This conversation seems to consist only of mainly awkward laughter and blushing.

"My name is Reagan." And you guessed it ... yep she blushed.

"Well are we going to go or not?" Joey asks. I elbow him in the side, to which he objects. "Hey when you are being dragged against your will, you get hungry."

"Ok. Mr. Matchmaker, how about this... we let them get to know each other for a few minutes, and then we go."

We glance over at Danielle and Donald. My sis must have said something awkward again, Donald's laughing hysterically while she blushes. "On second thought, Mr. Matchmaker, let's go now before Donald decides he's gotten to know her too well already."

"Yay! I'm starving!" Joey runs to my sisters car and hops in.