"What? Nervous? Me? Come on, Mr Miyagi! I'm not nervous. I'm just me." Danielle shot back, rubbing the back of her neck. She grabbed herself a carton of chocolate milk from the fridge and sat down at the table, tugging the sweatshirt down to make sure it covered everything.
"It looks amazing, Mr Miyagi. You didn't need to go to all this trouble though. I coulda thrown some hot pockets in the microwave or made some mac and cheese. It's appreciated though. You're the best."