Danielle blushed brightly. She swore Mr Miyagi was some kind of mind reader, but it was more likely the fact that she had a terrible poker face. She wore her heart on her sleeve, too expressive for her own good.
She toyed with the sleeves of Johnny's sweatshirt, having to pull them up her arms to free her hands.
"Do you need any help, Mr Miyagi? Need me to grab some plates or something? You want a drink?" She asked, rambling a million miles a minute.