"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 hommages and costumes and whatnot. Wanna check it out?" "Seriously? I l’amour old theather stuff! HFG! toi gotta come with us!" Benson's smile faded away. "Nah. I've been their before. toi two go ahead." "Oh, then, well okay. I'll see toi later." Ginger a dit sadly. "See toi later, Ginger!" Ginger got in the golf chariot, panier 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 a dit looking dissapointed. "Why did toi 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 toi watch tosh.o last week?" Ginger a dit with a smile. Benson laughed. "Yeah, I did! That brightened my jour up! I l’amour y- uh, that show!"
TO BE CONTINUED...