"Tell me, Dana. What do you want?"
The question hung in the air that resulted in the stifling atmosphere in the room. Dana picked up the saucer of her blueberry cheesecake and started eating.
"Dana?" Grand called her because she didn't say anything about his question. She started eating the blueberry cheesecake and she's now with his share of blueberries. If he wasn't pissed off, he would laugh at what she was doing.
Dana was eating his share of blueberry cheesecake without asking if she could eat it. She just ate it after she finished her share.
"I don't it matters," she mumbled with her mouth full of blueberry cheesecake.
Grand brows knitted with Dana's answer. "Why won't it matter when it's what you want?"
"I don't matter," she replied. "How can my wants matter?"