"Hey, Ginger!" Ginger turned around to find out who had called her. It was Benson. and he was running torwards her. "What's wrong?" Ginger tilted her head in confusion. "Oh, nothing's wrong. I found this abandoned stage full of old Благодарности and costumes and whatnot. Wanna check it out?" "Seriously? I Любовь old theather stuff! HFG! Ты gotta come with us!" Benson's smile faded away. "Nah. I've been their before. Ты two go ahead." "Oh, then, well okay. I'll see Ты later." Ginger сказал(-а) sadly. "See Ты later, Ginger!" Ginger got in the golf тележка, корзина with Benson and they drove off. Their was a long silence before anyone spoke. "So, Ginger! Do you... Have any plans this Friday?" Benson asked. "Oh, actually, yes. HFG-" "Oh, uh, then... Never mind." Benson сказал(-а) looking dissapointed. "Why did Ты ask if I had plans this Friday?" Ginger asked. "Oh, just forget it." Ginger thought of something to say to cheer Benson up. "Hey, did Ты watch tosh.o last week?" Ginger сказал(-а) with a smile. Benson laughed. "Yeah, I did! That brightened my день up! I Любовь y- uh, that show!"
TO BE CONTINUED...